Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1908-12-22
Miserllaaruus 8eading.
CHRISTMAS AND WHISKY.

CHRIST MAS AND WHISKY.
Stirring Appeal Against Greatest Evil
of the Holidays.
Anderson Intelligencer.
/ have been grossly insulted and ir
the very heart of your city, and l ask
you who Is due me an apology. l an
an old lady and respect is due the aged
But the grandest insult Of my life was
forced upon me one day last week In
one Of your big dry goods houses. Yes
was standing by the counter, making
some little purchases Of one Of the
clerks, when man walked in, and
without any hesitation, asked the clerk
if he could sell him his Christmas
booze l felt at first that must strike
him, as l would a dog that had bitten
me, but, alas it was man and could
not strike, and my next thought was
to tar and feather him and ride him
through the streets on a rail, and give
every woman and child a chance to
stone him, and then If 1t were in my
power would tie milestone around
his neck and cast him into the sea.
The idea of selling Christmas whis-
ky! / tremble as l link the two names
together. 1t Is we'll that I tremble. o,
God! How many Of my sex are tremb-
ling today, as they think Of the Christ
mas whisky that Is being ordered. o.
If I could, would go to every man, and
on bended knees, l would beg him, for
Christs sake, don't make that order.
But of these whisk! agents, why are
they allowed to walk the very pavement
that the feet of a good woman must
trod? 1t Is dangerous, for man that
will sell whisky, will do anything.
Nothing is too low for him to do. All!
Let the women fear him, for he will do
them all the harm he can. How many
poor old mothers and grief stricken
wives are suffering from his blows.
am an old mother, and I can truthfully
say, Ihad rather this agent would fell
me toythe earth with blow from his
british fist, than to know he had sold
my son whisky All! How many moth
crs are felled, not to the earth, but to
a bed Of suffering, what suffering Is
worse than q broken heart
How many wives will moan and
groan in agony this Christmas by this
agents work? Yes, he Is selling their
husbands their Christmas whisky, and
they must suffer for it. In how many
ways. must they suffer; the husband be-
gins his Christmas debauch Christmas
eve, AMI the poor wife sits at home all
alone, waiting for some one to bring
the agents victim. That Is only the
beginning. She must wait on him all
Christmas while he is drunk. Then
several days after because he Is sick.
But what Is the use to say anything
about the drunkard? He will not listen
until he hears the groans In hell. He
will stop and listen then because he
has reached the end.
/ Wish every drunkard could be lock-
ed tog.. her in a den Christmas eve and
kept there until New Year. Only yes
terday I heard poor woman say, she
wished she could die Christmas eve
and come to life again New Year. She
said her husband had ordered his
Christmas whisky and also one Of her
sons. That there would be nothing for
her Christmas but tears. How many
little children will hardly know 1t Is
Christmas, yet their fathers can make
a big order for Christmas whisky.
One of my neighbors went to Ander-
son last week and his wife sent four
hens by him to buy their little girl a
pair Of shoes. / happened to be In the
store near him when he bought the
shoes The clerk handed him pair
worth one dollar, but the man said he
had only seventy-five cents, so the
clerk gave him a very coarse pair and
they were wrapped up. That mans
wife told me that the hens were sold
for $1.25 and he had spent fifty cents
for whisky, but what is the use to
mention this one little instance. Amt
the world running over with such men?
Yes, 1 am mad. 1 can't help it, when
| think of all the sorrow that is In store
for the poor women and children'
caused by the Christmas whisky.
l reckon the country is full of the
devils agents booming up their whis-
ky houses. l would like to make their
uniforms I would make them Of crown
less hats, tattered rags, ragged trou-
sers and heelless shoes, and l would
have their mornings bath in the tears
of some poor old mother crying for her
lost boy, and l would have their even
ing's bath in the blood of one Of their
murdered victims, and their food would
be the crusts and bones that are given
the drunkard's child, and l would have
him spend his Christmas in the drunk"
ards home. Let him see his own
works; the fireless CRATE, the empty
cupboard, the ragged children, and |
would let him feel the invisible.
Yes, I would crush his heart, as he
has that poor drunkard's wife. l would
let him know what it is to link our Sa-
viOur's name with whisky. All! He
will never know what he has done un-
til he reaches the bOttomless pit, where
he will roll and writhe in the burning
lava, and raise his blOOd-shot eye to-
ward heaven. and ask God how much
longer must he endure this awful
agony. All, The answer must be 4
thousand years longer.
Let us all pray that God will be
merciful to the man who sells Christ
mas whisky.
An Old Country Lady"
THE SEMINOLE AFFAIR.
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