The Jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 18??-1907, 1904-09-03

PLAIN FACTS FOR REASONABLE
PEOPLE.
A Few Striking Arguments Bristling
With Truth For Reasonable People.
(BY REV. Z. G. GEoRGE.)

The most perfect argument in the
world is an established fact. Where a
well known fact is clearly set forth, no
argument is necessary. A fact is
stubborn thing. 1t simply stares you
in the face, and when you meet one in
the road you are compelled to do one OF
three things: stand by it, go round it,
or turn back; for it will give up the road
to no one. You cannot climb over it
for a column of solid truth is as high
as heaven itself. You cannot cut your
way through it, for it is as impregnable
as Gibraltar, and you might just as well
attempt to demolish that remarkable
fortress with rotten eggs, as to break
down column of solid truth with I'M
sound arguments. A man may ignore
the truth altogether, but he gains moth
ing in the end; for the fact remains the
same, and will accomplish its end after
he is dead and gone, and ring out in
eternity.
COLD FACTS.
have jotted down just few facts
that occurred, not in the course of a
year, but during the two months of
January and February of the year, 1894
These are just few samples. Year
after it continues. Shall we license the
curse when it is our privilege to put it
out2
FRUIT OF THE LICENSED SALOON.
On the afternoon of February 18th,
1894, in one of our large cities, the son
of deceased millionaire, who was sup
piled with every luxury that unlimited
wealth could give, came home drunk!
Entering the room where his wife was
sewing, he began to curse and beat her.
Growing tired of this he turned towards
the servant, delicate girl. The wife
seeing this, rushed in between them
crying, "Don't beat her, beat me-"
This Infatuated the drunken husband
still more, and he turned upon his wife
with blows. Then a new thought
struck him. He turned and picked up
his little boy, who had been playing In
the room, and rushed down stairs, call
ing back to his wife that he was going
to desert her. Again changing his
mind. he came back with the child in
his arms. He met the mother in the
hall, and pulled his revolver. Dropping
the child he pointed the weapon at his
wife crying, "Take that, damn you'll
He fred twice. The woman sank tc
the floor with a groan. The pistol was
so close to her, that her neck and face
were powder-burned. Then the fiend
incarnate seized the poor child, and
holding him up againCt the wall with
one hand, he placed the muzzle of the
pistol against the breast of his son
whose white pleading face, and limo
cent, terrified eyes appealed in vain t.
him for mercy, and slaughtered him, al
though he were butcher killing a cal
in the shambles! The child fell deat
by his almost lifeless mother. and thei
life-bl commingled in dense poo
upon the rich Brussels carpet. TIL
mother lived but few hours.
MORE FRUIT OF LEG CALLED CRIME.
On the night of January LIST, a maj
: in Pittsburg gave party to some of hi
friends. They got drunk on license'
liquor, and began to fight. The wife
about to become mother-rushed il
to quell the disturbance by fighting Of
her husbands assailants. The hus
band struck her blow which felled he
to the floor; he then jumped upon he
with his feet, and stamped and kicke
> her with the frenzy of a demon. TIL
other occupants were SO paralyzed tina
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