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Show Friday, Sept. 17, 1909. I s THE MURDER The almost epidemic k MILL of suicide, the sudden stoppages of the heart, the unheralded dethronement of even massive brains, the drug wrecks along the way these all point a teritfic moral. Strong and stalwart stal-wart ancestry yes, plus the wild and hurried rush of the age. Some of us are starving our nerves to death. This awful rush for gold is nothing less than a murder mill. And, if not suicide, it invitis a moral delinquency that can be excused on the grounds of purest sympathy. sympa-thy. That is, if w.s who have less depletion de-pletion could only understand. Poison the moral sense in the region of the itcrvc centers where it is generated, and uncontrollable uncon-trollable hands reach forth only to be polluted. Bryan, the commoner, was perceiving when he spoke of our "crow , of gold." The majority of nervous ' j wrecks arc moral ecccntrice nothing 1 mors. Half the suicides over depleted fortunes arc jus', men money-mad. Many of the defaults can be explained solely on the ground of the money-crazed. On this far-reaching problem, Dr. Howard has made some very sane statements. If ithis keeps on, and if there be anything in the unerring laws of heredity, we arc destined cither to sneak out of life's back door by the rashest means, or we shall bring on a generation of moral imbeciles whose solitary destination is the human junk-pile. The eminent physician pro- ( cceds to say: i-lMwrf ' ' -Ywi ailccd tae wktu the -.matter, with you? "Well, in Teah'ty, nothing I ' mean there is no disease but you have I depleted your nervous capital to such an extent that you will soon be living on borrowed farce. Then follows a train of diseases, unless despondency takes hold of you if so, then some reckless act Yoh close your .shop or factory every ev-ery year for inventory or repairs. Why cannot you take an inventory of your human workshop? You can; but "you I must do it before you have overdrawn your nervous bask account. For, when you have, then comes worry. At this point, every little item seems lo be a big affair; every business letter an important document; you are irritable, and cause others to be so. When the doctor tells you to get away and repair the worn parts, your condition prevents you from seeing matters in their true light and you let your humaa machine wobble on to uselessness; your friends and family throw you into thejuak-pile the insane ward." To speak the mortal truth the wonder won-der is that under this wUful waste of nerve force in this age there is not a greater moral irregularity. And 1 am sure that what appears wrong to us may a often be right to others. Many c so- called sin is a disease of the nerve and I - not the heart. How1 can you blame the man, when in a state of coma, if he i has not the remotest sense of pain? There is a moral stupor a coma of the conscience. The moral sensibilities and I and the nerve system touch each other at every point. I would excuse no sort of premeditated and deliberate crime. I would exercise the profoundest pity i that's all but that's kingly. |