The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1907-01-16

| goes wrong, Then what? Still he is
worth saving. I am doing for this boy
what 1 would have you do by my
child If perchance temptation should
break the weak one and ruin stood
before him. I have no boy. Thank
I God he was taken away from these
evils before sin had touched him. Now
I am trying to help save your boys.
Oh. my brother. my sister, will you not
help me? Don't be so busy even with
the worthest public things that you
have no time to protect your own
flesh and blood. knew a woman
years ago whose time was so filled
with public charities that her boy was
left to the street. And the inevitable
result followed. Today she mourns
over lost boy Don't repeat her mis-
take.
Who ruined this boy? l. He was
self-destroyed. With all his self-ex-
cuses God holds him responsible for
his own moral spoilation.
.. The lack of the things he needed
in his homo life certainly aided in his
loss II had as good a mother as God
ever made, but she did not understand
me. She did not sympathize with my
bovish troubles. This sympathy l
needed. If I had had it I might not
have become what I am" is the pa
thetic cry of this lovc-craving boy.
Remember, the lack in the home of the
things that aid in the making of char
acter are often as destructive as the
presence of vice itself
3. \ vicious social life fastened his
ruin. He learned to play cards and
gamble in one of the clubs of Seattle.
That is the damnation of modern man.
hood There may be clubs whose So
cial life is safe and helpful, but the
club or society that presents to the
young the enticements Of cards, the
dance and the social glass has nothing
in it to recommend. 1t is ruinous to
all that It touches. Young man, avoid
1t as you would a viper, for it will
sting you to more certain death
But may I not play cards in the home
with safety? 1t is said that nine of
every ten men that are today living
from the gamblers profession learned
to play in somebody's home. And
shall I, by my influence start young
man on the road to perdition?
T. Who ruined this boy? The gam
bling hell whose open doors enticed
him that cold autumn day, finished the |
work SO thoroughly done by the other |
agencies. And who permitted the
game that robbed him of his money, |
ana with the gamblers hope offered |
him the chance of winning it back If !
he had only a small stake? lie played |
as many a man was playing that day |
The checks there present Were an adj |
iunct to the game. He had no money ,
in the bank upon which to draw, but |
what Of that! One single winning and |
he would pay 1t back, All! The gam
hler's forlorn hope! Who ruined him?
Every gambler who played and the /
man whose official policy allowed the |
games TO run, all were guilty of |
moral wrong, and every one of them |
should be made TO answer to the prop |
er court for the committing of a statu- I
tory offense. l charge upon every of
hcer whose duty 1t was to prevent |
such games an offense against the |
peace and integrity of the city. These |
men are as guilty as is this young |
man, though of another .offense. Oh, |
when Will the moral conscience of the |
city condemn these evils alsoa Says |
this unfortunate young man: Il was |
no worse than many Of the young men
Of the city who are reckoned of the !
first families And it is true. Daily |
and nightly these scions of our best |
violate every moral law by |
debauchery and our doors are |
open to their approach. But let the |
law arrest one and all door close
against his approach. Not so. TINS
is the second time in my life when
have been called on to help a boy in
the hour of his degradation and aid
him to recover his place among hon