The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1915-08-25
THE UNSEEN LINE.

That marks the destiny Of men,
To glory or despair.
There lis line by us, unseen.
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
Gods patience and his wrath.
There comes to every life time of
choice. an answer to give, and like
PLATE the Roman governor, we can
mot escape the question; What shall
do with Jesus, which is called the
Christi" In giving his answer he
crossed this unseen line and went to
his eternal doom. and as this ques-
ton crossed his path ever since 1t
crosses the path of every one who
hears the name Of Jesus, and will go
cchoing down the sands of time, and
on our answer will hang our eternal
destiny. And now In this our day
there comes question, the answer to
WI IN means, not only the happiness
or misery of millions in this world,
but for all eternity. Am / my broth
er's keeper" Our final Judge says
We are. All history Of the past says
we are. But here comes a man and
says: am opposed 10 prohibition
believe In personal liberty, and l am
not interested in the election of Sep
ltember 18th: / expect to stay at
home. and let thom fight 1t out. None
OF my boys drink, and / have no in
terest in my neighbors' or friends
boys. and while some people may say
l am like the man who said grace,
Lord bless me and my wife, my son
john and his wife, us four and no
more" Ii does not make any differ
ence to me. / am free man. When
a man or the editor of a great daily
paper In this State says 81 am op-
posed to prohibition" They say in
plain English. They arc in favor of
the liquor traffic. For 1t naturally
follows when there is question of
right and wrong. there are only two
roads. One leads to heaven and hap
piness. the other to perdition and
ruin. Now this Is the question for
each voter TO ask before casting his
vote In favor OF the manufacture and
sale of alcoholic liquors. What Is its
record in the past. and what Is 1t do
ing today. Come with me to the
house OF mourning. See that brok-
en- hearted mother weeping over the
coffin of pitiful looking object.
Bloated and bleared out of all SEM
oiance of man; hear her pitious
wall. My son. oh. my son. my bright
eyed handsome boy. the JOY Of my
heart and hope of old age. gone to a
! drunkard's grave. The fruit Of the
liquor traffic. Reader stop and think
before taking part by your vote in this
hellish traffic. This may be the end
OF your own boy IL whiskey wins in
this coming election. 1t has been OF
many in the past Come with me to
the prisons In all this broad land
and see the sad wreck and ruin OF
poor fallen humanity largely the
work Of the liquor traffic made sc
by some body's vote. Come with me to
the insane asylums and see the DOOR
ariveiing idiots, some OF them once
dneiy educated men and women
Come with me TO the hospitals and
see the poor emaciated crippled chill.
dren made so before they were born
from the effects of alcohol. Come
with me To homes all over this fair
land, and see want, nakedness and
misery caused by drunken husbands
and fathers. Let us go with a younp
man in search Of work A fine look.
ing. well educated young man. Stor
with him at the banks. We are sor.
ry. they say, but we. can't trust a
young man who drinks. Let's try the
dry goods stores, and we get the same
reply. How about a job on the rail-
road. and the reply is my dear ST,
we can't afford To put the lives OF our
passengers In the hands OF a drink
Ing man." Why need we 60 any
further; for the times have changed
we live In fast age and all positions
OF trust and honor are fast closing to
the man who drinks? Now i'm the face
of the record Of the liquor traffic, are
you prepared to cast your vote "a
continue this saturnalia of wreck and
ruin. all because there is money in
1t for the liquor manufacturers and
sellers who are fattcning on the blood
money OF their victims. Are YOU pre-
pared To meet your Maker with a
smile on your face, aud tell him YOU
knew all this, and yet voted to con.