The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1903-07-11

understood that we have no desire to
sell to minors or drunkardS, nor to
the destitute. We much prefer that
they save their money and put it
where it will do the most good to
heir families.
There are gentlemen of honor and
workingmen who can afford it, and it
is with them that we desire to trade
And when they had read the inscrip-
lion, they became greatly indignant,
ursing the day that they had ever
begun TO visit the magnificent palace
)f pleasure-tbe home Of all sorrow.
lie withdrew 'r2m rhem little way
est they should discover him and kill
I'm. See - heard them say; The
has taken all w we have. and now.
when we are co t, md hungry, in rags.
ma n-ve 10 hoo on earth or for
heaven. he casts rs out. We were
once gentlemen CT honor and thOught
We could afford it, but our ruin is
rOmrle-n. We came to him in ignOr-
apce, like children, trusting that he
1or no man would lead us into those
things which should be to our undo
ng. He said to us, Eat, drink and be
merry, for tomorrow We die and W.
aIieved him that his was the way OF
true happiness. He cared not at all
or us. but betrayed us that ne might
become rich. Let us find him and kill
him, that no more may come TO our
fate. and then let us cast ourselves
into the sea. Yea, it is the truth; We
are drunkards-but he made us so; we
are deStitute-fOr he hath our ALL"
And thus the editor passed on in
life from year to year, gathering to
himself the riches Of the world yet
drifting swiftly and hOpelessIy away
rom the peace Of soul and conscience
which he had once known. He began
o realize the meaning OF The question,
What rrOiteth it me if | gain the
vlGla world and lose my own souI?"
FAST riches lie bad, at last but all
anpiness. all capacity to enjoy him
eff had fed from him. Again he
'sked himself the question that he
ad asked il years gone by: What
s the use of living. anyhOw?' Ana
this time he could answer it BIZ say
ing 1T is Of no use for me to live.
an a curse 10 myself. my family and
al the world | am thousand times
worse to the world than as though
lad never been-yet | dare not die
Everybody hates mel hate myself
md | feel that | deserve all the tor
'ures Of hades throughout eternity ]
lad the choice between duty and
money making, and | chose the lat
'or. knowing that | was deliberately
leaving all the things | loved behind.
fnnihiiatiCn were a pleasant thought.
but something tells me that | cannot
9scape. Every moment the great
mountain of evil which | have done
rolls higher and higher-it o'ersDreads
re and engulfs me in a night of awful
hlackness which can know no light,
Why did I bring this terrible fate
upon myseif-why am | bringing it
upon others? And he came to him
elf and said There is only one
hing that | can do; to fling from me
he accused wealth for which I cast
aside the only happiness | have ever
known. | will return to the path
where | left it and begin once more.
| cannot undo all the evil that | have
lone. and the thought of the millions
who are periShing because of my evil
teachings will crush me VIII remOrse.
tut at least let me have the blessed
consciousness that | am no longer
'0lng those things which will harm
ne world further-that | am the
Ource of river of destruction and
eath which will roll on and on
throughout the ages so long as time
hall endure Again Mephisto ap-
feared, this time scornful and inso-
ent. so, so, my precious innocent,
Going to play the baby-act again, are
on? Well, you have done me faith
III service, and l will not upbraid