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Dr. Redmond drew out his cigar case. Romance
belonged in the moon, in California, in the Hawaiian
islands.
“Go to him, Sylvia,” he said, calmly, as a broth
er might have said. “By all means, if you still
love him. ’ ’
“I go to carry my forgiveness in person,” she
said simply, “to a long tortured man, for that is
how his mother characterized him. I give him thus,
perhaps, a fighting chance for life.”
He nodded. He blew a ring of smoke around a
blue-veined column.
“You do,” he said.
“I want you and Aunt Lila to go, and I will not
go without you. Can’t you see, Reece, that I still
belong to my own? That, brave as I have been, or
tried to be, my independent schedule breaks
down before all the possibilities involved in this
journey? That I neither can nor will face the Hill
family alone and unattended, like a forlorn casta
way ? ’ ’
Reece comprehended Sylvia’s mental attitude bet
ter perhaps than she did herself, and so he ans
wered, after a moment’s reflection, with indescrib
able gentleness:
“Yes; I understand how a crisis it always a
bugle call to those who stand closest to us. But,
my dear little girl, we haven't any time to lose, if
the man isi in a dying state, every moment is most
precious. Let’s go and tell the Padre who the
Mission Girl really is! For it takes some hustling,
even in these swift days, to make a journey across
the continent, and to get ready for one!”
(To be Continued.)
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The Near "Beer Cases.
The acquittal of Mr. Ben Rosenthal, on Saturday,
the 17th of October, was a great disappointment to
Good Government people.
The State proved that beer purchased at his place
on Alabama street actually made a young man
drunk w'ho took only four bottles. That was proved,
mind you. Yet the defense introduced ten or a
dozen hardened drinkers w’ho sw r ore that no amount
that they could swallow, even to twenty bottles a
day, affected them at all. Yet, strange to say,
those men declared that they drank it because they
could get nothing better. And they paid from
forty-five cents to one dollar and eighty cents a day
for that stuff because, in some degree at least, it
satisfied the craving for alcoholic liquors. What an
appetite!
The case made out against near beer, so far, is
this: First. It is exceedingly expensive to the
drinker and his family. Second. Hundreds of men
have been made drunk on it. Third. The beer pur
chased by Mr. Gordon at Mr. Rosenthal’s was anal
yzed by Dr. Claud Smith and showed four and
nine-tenths per cent of alcohol, while the same
brand of beer analyzed by other chemists at the in
stance of Mr. Rosenthal showed only about two per
cent of alcohol. This showed that Mr. Rosenthal
has ordinary Lager Beer, unusually strong in his
place labeled exactly like the beer that his chem
ists found to contain only about two per cent of
alcohol, or else he got hold of some bottle that con
tained the small per cent of alcohol for the purpose
of making evidence in his case.
The Good Government League is engaged in a
holy war. The near beer concerns are either mere
beer saloons that sell enough near beer to very
many patrons to produce intoxication or they are
selling stronger drink under the disguise of near
beer. In either case they are violating the law.
Yet the jury acquitted the defendant.
J. L. D. H.
HUH
" Wife Can 9 t Like Without It. 99
HERE IS A CHECK FOR $4.50, TO MARK ME
UP THREE YEARS AHEAD. MY WIFE SAYS
SHE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT “THE GOLDEN
AGE.”
A. A. GRAHAM.
BLUE MOUNTAIN, MISS.
The Golden Age for October 22, 1908.
The Sixth Commandment.
(Continued from Page 2.)
cities, who works for 25 to 50 cents per day. How
many a pale-faced woman today is not only
dying herself from starvation, but is also starving
from one to a dozen helpless, defenseless children!
I do not say this in any sense to array one class
against another. lam against such a thing in re
ligion or politics; it is beneath the dignity of men,
but I am forced to make an appeal in behalf of
many helpless wage earners in our city. Take the
female clerks in Atlanta, how many of these, God
only knows. Look at their scale of wages and it is
a shame before Almighty God. They do better work
than men in the places where they are employed
and receive less than one-third as much money.
Oh, how I tremble for many business men and
corporations—many of them operated by good men,
but their sense of right is blinded by their craze
for wealth and they are starving, yes, murdering,
helpless employes. God wake you up, business men,
and help you to see your danger.
THE BROKEN HEART.
But the saddest of all forms of murder, to my
mind, is that caused from ia broken heart. Here
I wish to use tw’o instances that have come under
my ow'n observation.
The first is that of a wife. She was reared in
one of the most beautiful homes in the country.
She had everything that a young girl could desire
to make her happy. She married a very prom
ising young lawyer. He was from one of the best
families in the South. They had born to them two
beautiful little girls.
This young father and promising lawyer had in
herited from his ancestors a desire for strong drink,
but he managed to keep down the appetite by not
touching any form of liquor.
He w’as finally persuaded, for social reasons, to
join a miserable social club, one of those low-down
dives that w r e find in all our cities, made up of the
so-called best people, with whisky and all other
forms of liquors at the disposal of its members;
where drinking' can be carried on in a social way
with friends and nobody ever finds it out. I tried
to get him out of this club, but could not. Finally,
he was going home reeling and rocking, as drunk
as could be. And finally he was sent to an inebriate
asylum for treatment.
The day he left home he was as crazy as any
lunatic. His screams when the officers carried him
away produced such a shock upon his young wife
that, before he reached the asylum, with one
child kneeling on one side and the second on the
other, her spirit went up to God. It was one of the
saddest funerals that I have ever known.
That woman died of a broken heart, and her
husband was a murderer, although when he comes
out of the asylum he will put crepe on his hat and
walk around the town a mourner. My friends, I
cannot help saying it, I believe those men who led
him into that damnable dive, known as a refined and
elegant club, will be punished by an allwise God for
taking a weak man and dragging him to ruin.
The other case is that of a young man with whom
I was intimately acquainted, and whose family
history I knew perfectly. He was a poor boy, who
had one of the best old mothers I ever saw, in many
respects, and she loved this, her only son, as only
a good mother can, for he was bright and promising.
When small he was taken into a railroad office
in his town and became an expert in railroad mat
ters. By the time he was 21 years of age he had
the confidence of his company, so that they put him
in charge of one of the most prominent offices on
their line.
Up to that time he had never known the meaning
of the word “society.” He had lived a quiet,
studious, business life; regular in his attendance
upon church; fond of home and his books. When
he went to this new position he fell in with the
wrong crowd. God have mercy on the boy who
falls in with the wrong crowd, it means much. It
was not long before he began taking dancing
lessons and learning to play cards.
I found it out and urged him to quit, and pointed
out to him the. danger, and held up to him the
goodness of God in his life and his mother’s love
and confidence, but it did no good. He had started
the downward course and could not be persuaded to
stop. Like many of you tonight, he could not be
convinced that he was wrong. Soon he landed in
society, and the demands were so great upon him
that he began fingering in the money drawer of the
railroad company to keep up his social appearance.
This was found out on him and he was jerked up.
Finally some men stood his bond and put him on
the road to travel. Not long ago I picked up a
paper and saw that he had committed suicide in
Alabama while under the influence of strong drink.
His body was carried back to his old mother and
buried in the family graveyard. A brilliant
meteor burned out, a promising life destroyed, an
eternity in hell to be spent.
Oh, how sad! But his poor old broken-hearted
mother, I cannot speak of her. My friends, let us
try to glorify God who gives us life. He has a
right to possess us. Let us not only care for our
selves, but look out for others. They are our
brethren and sisters, bone of our bone, and flesh
of our flesh. Let us try not only to be saved, but
to save, and may" the God of all grace preserve us
and keep us <as images of himself, pure and spotless
forevermore.
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A Great Life-Sabing Station.
(Continued from Page 1.)
man, and John Wesley, of the English.”
At the close of his speech the two bishops and the
building committee descended from the speakers’
stand to the corner where Bishop Candler, with
Bishop Hendrix, laid the stone and read the ser
vice.
A Great Lesson in Philanthropy.
One of the rare and ennobling lessons for men of
wealth found in the erection of this great institu
tional church where thousands may hear the gospel
every Sunday and where healing for the body and
food for the mind will be given side by side with
balm for the soul, is the example of Mr. Asa G.
Candler, the prominent financier and philanthrop
ist whose investment in this great plant of practical
humanity will doubtless aggregate One Hundred
Thousand dollars.
In the corner stone, which is a corner stone in
deed, laid at the foundation of the great building,
the building committee thus honors him ■
Author of Movement.
“His fellow committeemen, who have been en
couraged and inspired by his splendid zeal and de
votion, place herein this likeness of Asa Griggs
Candler, whose generosity, fidelity and untiring la
bors have made possible the structure which is to
rise above this stone to be dedicated in the name
of Christ the Lord to the uplift of humanity.
“THE BUILDING COMMITTEE.”
What a wonderful priviege for thousands of the
humblest members to join this great benefactor in
building such a spiritual light house on the shores
of time and eternity!
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ROYSTON, GA., OCT. 19, 1908.
