Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-05-08

now, raging with q fever, the camp fever that
has already proved fatal to several Of the regi.
ment. #s ~.
And am sitting here in the tent, by this son
Of mine, telling you Of his shame and Of my an.
guish. do not know how this fever will ter
inmate. I will nurse him back to life, II it be
Gods Will and he give me strength. But II he
allows me to save his body, what hope have for
his soulf The report now comes that the regi-
ment may be ordered to active service in the
Philippines in the TALL. II Willis RECEIVERS, do
net think any pleading on my part can prevent
his going. He will re-enlist and 60 there for the
sake OF the excitement and chance of real tight
Ing. And from what learn Of conditions In Ma
Mia the rum and the whisky and tie beer dow
like water in the streets and all through the
camps. Great Godl l cannot help crying ~
think Of what It will mean to my only boy. Is
there no spot on earth under our Tag where our
20 called Christian civilization can prohibit this
evilf Even the papers printed in our own coun-
try, the magazines that are published by men Of
culture and education. by men who sit in cush.
Toned pews on Sunday and complacently pay so
much year to support the gospel, print great ad-
vertisements in which the liquor dealer boasts of
the carloads of liquor that have been shipped into
the Philippines since those islands, inhabited by
70 called heather, became our property. And
these liquor advertisements, which pay such 4 fat
reveoae to the publishers OF these 80 called Jour-
nails Of civilization, face our Christian preachers
and our church members and our inner home cir
cles, and what do we do about it, But, oh, worst
Of all is this army canteenl How shall my boy
resist this hourly temptation thrust 30 hideously
and persistently in his FACET
Mr.. Blake, say this to you, knowing that you
have come to love my son and knowing also that
your influence over him has been greater than
even my own, at times. I almost wish he could
die here, II only he died sober and repentant
rather than rise from this illness and 70 out into
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this hell. And II he falls, at whose door shall we
put part of the blame2 In Gods great judgment
shall the head of this nation be counted guiltle7
Snail the government 60 unpunishedf
Willis has little volume of poems in his hand.
He asked for It as soon as he was brought here
from the guardhouse. In his delirium have tried
to take the book out Of his hand, but he clings
to 1t 30 that l cannot remove it. He has repeat
eddy mentioned your name and also your sisters.
II there was any hope of your doing anything for
Willis by coming here, l should beg you to come,
but do not see how it would do any good. II
you pray, pray for me. The good God help mel
For all else seems mockery. LUCILLE Passion.
Probably in all his life Edward had
never felt more deeply moved than by
this remarkable letter from his chum's
mother.
He read it again, and for the first
time in his young life q horror grew
up In him toward the liquor business,
an indignation that was destined to
burn In his-soul all his life, started
from the fuel cast into it by that moth
ers bleeding heart.
It was the very next day that his
new experience with the new presi-
dent came to him.
He was in the Office answering few
letters at the presidents dictation. The
president was going away for little
vacation in July, and several items of
college business were being dispatched
before he went.
About 10 o'clock in the forenoon
some one rang the bell, and Edward.
whose table was nearest the door,
opened it.
lis the president inT' the man
standing there abruptly asked, and
without waiting for an answer the
man, seeing President Royce at his
desk, stepped into the Office.
"Mr. Rankin the president exclaim.
ed as he rose. ! e.
Eyes, Sir" replied the other stlmy.
II thought I would come and see you
personally on the matter we have been
corresponding about"
The president looked at his visitor
with q light in his eye that was new to
Edward. He was calm and dignified,
but there was the look on his face Of
those who face battle.
eyes, sir. Shall ask Mr.. Blake, my
secretary, to retireT'
mo, sir. On the contrary, I have
nothing to conceal as to the object Of
my visit. In fact, the sooner it is made
public to the trustees and to the world
all the better"
mo doubt" replied the president,
and he looked directly at Mr.. Rankin
"Are you willing that Mr.. Blake take
down report Of our interview fol
publications. ,-.-. % =.
Mr.. Rankin hesitated a moment. He
Had come in evidently under great ex