The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1913-10-30

'NN''' " wv tA"ASdIi4 tN' Au"u4 'A
and niuey-tvo years before America
was discovered, But it sounds like
the history of our own country and
Of our own day, In many places our
American people have builded towns
with blood, they have established cit
les by iniquity, laid their pavements in
blood, the blood of Americas sons
and daughters and mothers. They have
voted upon the defenseless heads of
Gods true Israel shame and corrup-
ton, and into their hearts sorrow and
anguish. a wall of woe comes up from
the widowhood and orphanage of our
land They are the legitimate work
Of the barroom. The purity of Amer
ica's boys has been given for harlots,
our daughters, the girls of great and
grand America have been sold for
wine' Girls reared in Christian homes;
in our own commonwealth, the great
state of Oklahoma. the greatest state
of the union, that flashes in the gol
den west with a luster superior to
'haI OF any o'her coihiuoH"'aI'h i"
'he 'hileu states oI america sI''S
here have been sacrificed upon ,he "a.
tar ol tlIS nlack-Wihsed rum demo"
Ana 'h"'' loo' accoIuI'S 10 IA" i'""'
by legislators who were made by he
Ddllol III '"e hahuN oI 'h"I'L H''I' \
Ie" years ago ]" lHe '''H 'I no I'l""'
leN"S' tArIe was lle i'"-n''f "I one
ol our pr'a' AerS WHO "I I"I'd Il 3''"
man "ho' aII'r ms "''I''1-'' oe-a"
10 ur-HN. lie loSt MS business "IH
"aIN'u 'He Su'''9 "' ''''l Guy
urNhhard. MS N''' was i h''m'tF
ol Mo'hodlSt churEH III '''''' 'A. ller
pastor cI'eh visited H"'. lie "@ld ne
saw 'He oI"' VEINS On H'r lace anu
her "arIuI eyes as sue Sd'u ~ p')'H-
er' 'he rent paying ha''"'N Ih' l'N'
hisht mare. nave I" sew III nearly
mldh'Ght 10 max" th@ r''l ana pay
lor the Attle that m? na'I-5t1rN'd chIl-
dren eat My husb lAd oane Ill anu
louhd me sewing IT HearlJ pnulIlshl
the other nlgn', ana sad II NJ catSht
me sewing again that late he Would
XIII me- But y Drother' am oDllseu
to sew. One night not long after
that the preacher saw the poor woman
at church che night Inc last song
they sang was: we VIII never say
good-Dy IN heaven Ihat very nlght'
possibly making up Tor the hour she
mad lost at the service she was iound
Oy her htsDahu stltcIihs away a'
thinking OF Kent heht'
Kent. - staggering INTO the roonl'
wild with drink. he said: Il told you
would XIII YOU. Bang Bang. Bang
Three balls tore their way through |
her qulYerng nesh. AS her little chill
dren came screaming around her' she
sent her little boy for the preacher.
And the preached said: AS ! stopped
over her dying body she Whispered
as her life blood ebbed away we
will never say good-by in heaven ahd'
hank God, there VIII be no rent 10
nay up there Here Is the daughter
If Southern Methodist preacher, the
mother of innocent children, IeXas
girl, sold for wine, wounded and muir
Tered without cause sacrlhced upon
he Internal altar OF the hlackWlnseu
lemon OF rum that the rlifra1 ele-
nent. devils incarnate, might have
damnation to drink. II
'ou are not against the licensed sa-
ocn, don't know what sort OF stun
'ou are made Of but God Almighty
made boy from the mountains OF
tennessee OF the stun that VIII walk
'ut by the side of these Oklahoma
'oys and girls and raise the black
lag and fight to the death the infer
al curse that blights their home ana