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Show The Effect Somew hat .tarred. The visitor from Ilawcreek had been invited to address the Sunday school. "I am reminded, children," he said, "of the career of a boy who was once no larger than some of the little fellows fel-lows I see here before me. He played truant when ho was sent to school,-went school,-went fishing every Sunday, ran away from home before he was 10 years old, learned to drink, smoke, chew tobacco, play cards and slip in under the can-vas can-vas when the circus came around. He went into bad company, frequented livery stables and low bar-rooms, finally becamo a pickpocket, then a forger, then a horse-thief, and one day in a fit of drunken madness he committed a cowardly murder. Children," he continued impressively, "where do you think that boy is now?'' "He stands before us," guessed the children in one voice. |