The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1904-02-11

country. Your ma met him at d basket
meeting and she thought lie was an OK.
tremsly plous young man, and they made
70 ofit.
So Bub. when you think by breathing
on your coat sleeve to kill the whlskey,
you can fool your pa, you are wrong,
Your pa In bis day ate three car loads Of
Gardiner seeds and cloves and used ill.,
terlns by the barrel. Also be knew
which was the creaky step on the stairs
In bis fathers house and used to avoid 1t
coming 10 at night, just as you do now,
and be knows just what you are doing.
And more than that, your pa speaks from
the bitterest kind OF experience when be
pleads with you to quit, 1t is no.goody-
goody talk Of a mutton. headed old dea.
con that be Is giving you; 1t has taken
him a year to get bic courage up to talk
to You and every word lie speaksls boiled
out Of an agony Of bitter memories, lie
knows where boys that start as you are
starting end If they don't turn back.
Yourpa turned, but he recollects the Ca
reers of the Green boys, who are divided
between the penitentiary, the poor house
and the southwest corner of hell; be re-
calls the Winklers- dead, one a por- /
ter In saloon in Peoria, one crazy; and
he looks at you and 1t seems to him that
he must take you in bis arms as he did
when you were a little child In the
prairie fire and run to safety with you.
Ard when he talks to you in his bashful
hating speech, you Just sit there and
grin, and cut his heart to the core, for he
knows you do not understand.
Its rather up to you Bub; in the next
few months you will have to decide
whether you are going to hell or not.
or course the "vilest sinner may return" :
at any point along the road, but to what? .
10 shattered health, to a mother heart
broken in her grave, to wife damned
forall eternity by your thoughtless bru-
tality, and to children who are always
afraid to look up the valley, when they ;.
see group of boys, for fear they may be =.
leasing you,-you drunk and dirty lying /,
In the stable filth. TO that you will "re. ),
turn" with your strength spent, and /
your sportive friends, gone to the devil =
before you, and your chance IN life =
FILTERED away.
Just sit down and figure 1t out, Bub; \
II course there a lot of good fellows on :.
be rood to bell; you will have a good =.
line going; but you'll be a long time =
here. You'll dance and play cards and n
base out nights, and soak your soul In :
he very essence Of don't-glve-a-dama-
lveness, aud you'll wonder as you 60 up
n the balloon what fun there Is In walk
ug through this sober old earth. Friends
what are they? the love Of humanity
What ut? thoughtfnlness to those about
on? geDtillty?-what are these things?
.etteroll--letterol! But rs you drop out L
I tho balloon the earth will look like q -
srlous piece Of landscape.
When you are old The beer you have
willed will choke your throat; the wo-
zen you have flirted with will hang
)und your feet and make you stumble;
Il the nights you have wasted at poker
ill dim your eyes. And The garden of =
lie days that are gone wherein you =
lould have planted kindness and con.
Iteration and thoughtfuness and manly
'urage to do right, will be grown up to
eeds, that will blossom In your patches
I'd in your rags and In your twisted
narly face that no one loves.
Go 1t Bub; don't stop for your pas
Ike. You know 1t all. Your pa Is
erely an old fogey. Tell him to 20
ay back and sit down. But when you
ere a little boy, very little boy, with a ,
1T round body your pa used to take you
his arms and rub his beard--his rough,
libby, three-days beard, against your
ee and pray that God would keep you
pm the path you are going In,
And so the sins Of the father Bub-
It wo won't talk Of that