The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-03-04

Intoxicating liquors while live:
| From bad companions III refrain
- and never take Gods name in vain.
A Surprising Omission.
The leading editorial Of
Eearst's Chicago American
Thursday, October "a, is entitled:
"He wasn't a fend; he was mere.
" drunk" The editorial tells
it's own story. It is as follows:
A Chicago man, sixty years
Old, a husband and the father Of
two sons and a daughter, came
home late the other night and,
taking a revolver from his poch-
ct, shot one son fatally and the
other SO that his recovery is
doubtful.
Then he was taken to a police
station and went to sleep IN
aware of what he had done.
When he awoke in the morning
and was confronted with his
deeds his mind was shaken by
the horror and wonder of them,
for he had no recollection of the
night and its murders.
He was ordinarily a good citl-
zen and good father. He had
killed his child when he had
crazed himself with drink. That
was his weakness. He would
drink. His wife and his chill
dren used to warn him and plead
with him. He knew his own
way better than any one else,
and one night it came to this
end.
We suppose that this man, sit
ting on his cot in the jail cell and
probably quite sober now, can
remember very well when his
boys were born and how proud
he was of them. He can proba-
bly, remember when he used to
play with them on the floor and
when they began to go to school
and when he used to bring home
Christmas things for them. He
can probably remember when he
courted his wife and when they
were married and the ideas he
had then of the kind Of life they
would lead together. He can
probably see, if he tries, the
first house they furnished to-
gether and the cradle of the
first baby, and other things.
And if he thinks of all these mat
tiers, of the end his life has
reached and the difference be-
tween his hopes when he was
young and his situation today,
it is likely he will suffer more
than if he shall be hanged for
his crime.
Whisky did this. Whiskey
does this or like it for men every
day. The devil invented it and
the devils that tempt men to
drink it must enjoy the wrecks
it makes Of human life.
"A MAN NAMED JOHN WESLEY" :"
In one of her lectures, Frances
Willard told the story of a young
nobleman who found himself in
a little village away off in Corn
wall, where he never had been
before. It was a hot day and he
was thirsty, and his thirst in
creased as he rode down the vii
lage streets seeking in vain for
a place where something strong
er than water could be had.
At last he stopped and made
impatient inquiry Of an old peas
ant who was on his way home
after a day of toll.
"How is it that | can't get u
glass Of liquor anywhere in this
wretched village of yours" he
demand harshly.
The old man, recognizing the
ouestioner as a man of rank.
pulled off his cap and bowed
humbly, but nevertheless there
was a proud flash in his faded
eyes as he answered quietly:
My lord, something over a
hundred years ago man named
John Wesley came to those
parts" and with that the old
peasant walked on.
it would be interesting to know
just what the nobleman thought
as he pursued his thirsty way.
But what a splendid testimony
was this to the preaching OF
John Wesley! For more than a
century the word that he had
spoken for his Master had kept
the curse of drunkenness out of
that village; and who can esti-
mate the influence for good thus
exerted upon the lives of those
sturdy peasants? What nobler
memorial could be desired by