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Show DAMAGED MEN. You can see any day, in the streets of any city, men who look damaged. Men, too, of good orignal material, who started out in life with generous aspiratons; once it was said that they were bright, promising lads; once they looked happily into the faces of mothers, moth-ers, whose daily breath was a prayer for their purity and peace. Ah! what if some of them have vowed their souls away to confiding wives who silently si-lently wonder what can be the meaning mean-ing of this change the cold, slow-creeping slow-creeping shadows that Is coming over the house and heart Going to the bad; the spell of evil, companionship; the willingness to hold and use money not honestly gained; the stealthy, seductive, plausible plaus-ible advance of the appetite for strong drink; the treacherous fascination of the gaming table; the gradual loss of interest in business, and in doing which build a man up; the rapid weakening of all noble purposes; the decay of manliness; the recklessness and blasphemy against fate; the sullen sul-len despair of ever breaking the chains of evil habits. What victories of shame and contempt, what harvest of hell, have grown from such seed as this! |