The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-04-05

his patn heaven high Bibles, tracts and
sermons and on the top should set the
cross OF the Son Of God, over them all the
gambler would leap like q roe over the
rocks on his way to perdition. "Aoeldama,
the field Of bloodl''
| Again, this sin works ruin by killing
industry. A man used to reapina scores or
hundreds Of dollars from the gaming table
will not be content with slow work. He
will say, "What is the use Of trying to
make this $50 in my store when can
make five times that in half an hour by
the dioef" You never knew a confirmed
gambler who was Industrious. Tho men
given to this vice spend their time not 40
lively employed in the game In idlencss or
intoxication or sleep or In corrupting new
victims. This sin has dulled the carpenters
saw and cut the band of the factory wheel,
sunk the cargo broken the teeth Of the
farmers harrow and sont a strange light.
ming to shatter the battery Of the philoso-
pher. Tho very first idea In gaming is at
war with all the industries Of society.
Something For Nothing.
Any trade or occupation that Is of use is
ennobling. The street sweeper advances
tho interests of society by the cleanliness
effected. The cat pays for the fragments 1t
eats by clearing the house Of vermin. Tho
fly that takes the sweetness from the dregs
| Of the cup compensates by purifying the
air and keeping back the pestilence But
the gambler gives not anything for that
| which he takes recall that sentence. He
does make a return, but 1t is disgrace to
| the man that he feeces, despair to his
heart, ruin to his business, anguish to bis
wife, shame to his children and eternal
wasting away to his soul. He pays in tears
and blood and agony and darkness and
woe.
What dull work is blowing to the farm
er when In the village saloon in one night
he makes and loses the value of summer
harvestl Who will want to sell tapes and
measure nankeen and cut garments and
weigh sugar when in a nights game he
makes and loses and makes again and
loses again the profits Of a season.
John Borack was sent as mercantile
agent from Bremen to England and this
country. After two years his employers
inistrusted that all was not right. He was
q defaulter for $4,000. 1t was found that
no had lost In Lombard street, London,
$50, 900; in Fulton street, New York, $780,
600, and in New Orleans $4,000. He was
imprisoned, but afterward escaped and
went into the gambling profession. He.
died in lunatlc asylum. This crime Is
getting its lever under many mercan-
tile house in our cities, and before long
down will come the great establishment,
crushing reputation, homo comfort and
immortal souls. How it diverts and sinks
capital may DO inferred from some authen-
tic statement before us. The ten gaming
houses that once were authorized in Paris
passed through the banks yearly 1876, 000,-
600 francs.
Source Of Dishonesty.
Furthermore, this sin is the source Of
dishonesty. The game Of hazard itself is
often cheat. How many tricks and de-
captions in the dealing of the cards! The
opponents hand is ofttimes found out by
fraud. Cards are marked SO that they may
be designated from the back. Expert
gamesters have their accomplices, and one
wink may decide the game. The dice have
been found loaded with platina SO that
doublets come up every time. These dice
are introduced by the gamblers unob-
served by the honest men who have come
into the play, and this accounts for the
fact that 90 out of 100 who gamble, how
ever wealthy when they began, OF the end |
arc found to DO poor, miserable, haggard |
wretches, that would not now BIO allowed !
to sit in tho doorstep Of the house that |
they once owned.
In gaming house in San Francisco
young man having just come from the
mines deposited large sum upon tho ace |
and won S22, 900. But the tide turns. In |
tense anxiety comes upon the countenances
of all. Slowly the cards went forth. Ev- |
cry eye is fixed. Not sound is heard un-
Til the ace Is revealed favorable to the
bank. There are shouts Of "Foul! FOUL"
but the keepers at the tables produce their |
pistols, and the uproar is silenoed, and the |
bank has won 800, 600. Do you call this
game of CHANGER There is no chance |
about 1t.
Notice also the effect of this crime upon /!
domestic happiness 1t has sent its ruth |
less plowshare through hundreds Of fam |
lilies, until the wifo sat in rags and the |
daughters were disgraced, and tho sons !
grew up to the same Infamous practices or |
took short cut to destruction across the |
murderer's scaffold. Homo has lost all |
charms for the gambler. How tame are
the ohildrsn's carosses and wife's doyo- |
ton to the gambler How droarily the fire |
burns ON the domestic hearthl There |
must be louder laughter and something to |
VIII anu bOIhObbih3 W iooOJ OH SAoieoihSHo
to drive the heart faster, flip the blood
and fire the Imagination. No home, how
ever bright, can keep back the gamester.
The sweet call Of love bounds back from
his iron soul, and all endearmonts are con-
sumed in the fire of his passion. The fam
lily Blblo will go after all other treasures
are lost, and if his crown in heaven were
put into his hand no would cry: "Here
,,,or Unn M hpvsl IN thiG
ono throw l stake my crown of heavon"
Destroyer of Youth.
A young man in London on coming Of
age received fortune of 100000, and
through gambling in three years was
thrown on his mother for support. An
only son went to New Orleans. He was
rich, intellectual and elegant in manners.
His parents Ravo him on his departure
from home their last Messing. Tho sharp.
ere got hold Of him. They flattered him.
They lured him to the gaming table and
let him win almost every time for good
while and patted him on the back and
said, First rnto player" But, fully in
their grasp, they flecccd lin, and his
his watch and lost that. Then he began
W tHHh u Ills uo'!ici anu VI his oiu AaUhoA
and mother, and wrote thus:
"My beloved parents, you will doubtless
feel a momentary joy at the reception of
this letter from the child Of your bosom,
on whom you have lavished all tho favors
of your declining years. But should
feeling of joy for moment spring up In
your hearts whom you should have re-
oeived this from me, cherish it not have
fallen deep, never to rise. Those gray
hairs that should have honorcd and pro-
tected shall bring down In sorrow to the
grave. Twill not curse my destroyer; but,
OH, my God, avengc the wrongs and impo-
sitions practced upon the unwary In way
that shall best please him! This. my dear
parents, Is the last letter you will over re.
ooive from me- I humbly pray your for
giveness. 1t is my dying prayer. Long
before you will have received this from me
the cold grave will have closed upon mo
forever. Life to me is insupportaJle. I
cannot-nay, Twill not-suffer the shame
of having ruined you. Forget and forgive
Is the dying prayer Of your unfortunate
son."