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Show STOP NOW. Last evening while strolling along one of the streets of our city a Journal reporter heard a woman crying in the hallway of a residence. resi-dence. Stopping to listen for a moment lie learned that the husband hus-band was with the wife and she was crying and Pegging him between be-tween sobs to stay at home. In a broken voice she said, "Oh, you know that I have not had a bite to eat for two days. Stay at home to- ; night and don't come home drunk. ; What money you make, don't spend 1 it for drink. Don't, for heaven's! sake, don't?" With a curse he answered her, his wife, and closed the door behind be-hind him. lie left tlie woman whom he had sworn to protect, cherish and love for all time; left the children whose lives he should brighten and for whom he should work. And vj here did he go? To tlie place where he could sit until early morn in a mandling condition and perhaps play cards. The wife and the children are left at home, with nothing to eat, entirely en-tirely forgotten. Then, when he returns home, he bestows curses upon his faithful wife because there is nothing to eat. This man has gone beyond control of himself, and reformation is almost impossible. impos-sible. But there are many treading tread-ing tlie same path and do not realize real-ize what they are doing. Stop now while the power of will is yours; stop while you have love, friends a:nl position; stop ere the shadows settle over your life forever, for-ever, and reformation he as hopeless hope-less as a ship-wrecked mariner in mid-ocean. One heroic effort; one great, strong honest, manly resolve; one sober thought of those who love you of the home that awaits your coming of the wife and children who will watch with joy that home coming, and of the God that never yet turned deaf ears to an earnest human appeal. Then, ami not until then will the shackles of habit and appetite loosen their hold, and reason and manhool resume re-sume their sovereign sway. Quincy j Journnt. |