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Show WEAKNESS IN THE MORAL. Listener Not Quite Convinced of Ap-plication Ap-plication of Story. During the reglmo of tho late James T. Furber as general manager of tho lloston & Maine rnllioad It happened ono morning that all trains Into lloston llos-ton wore very late. At a small station, sta-tion, about hvo miles out, ono passenger passen-ger was wuitiug who hud a number of men employed In his business, and to him tho delay was very annoying. Soveral trains went by without stopping stop-ping nt his station, and tho annoy-nnco annoy-nnco grow to positive raging, and when ho. flually did get to lloston, liearly two hours lute, ho mndo n beo lino for the geneial manager's ollleo. That offlcial, however, was not expected ex-pected until somo time Inter, and tho passenger withdrew, In no way satis-lied. satis-lied. When ho did meet Mr. Furber his feelings were a littlo Intensified by the nddltlon of soveral of his favorite fa-vorite mornlns drinks, Mr. Furber and the passeuger were old friends, and after listening to tho complainant's complain-ant's remarks, tho general mannger Bought to appease him, and said' "Sit down a minute, John. I want to tell yojl,n story," and John sat down again and listened" attentively. "An old woman was bi ought to this country by her children, but the place did not agree with hvr and she soon began to fall. Her doctor ordered stimulants, but even this Old not check her dlseasv. Just before she died, she wanted one more drink, but this her daughter refused, nayiug: "Mother, dear, you don't waut to go to Heaven with tho smell of whisky on your lips! Do you see the point, John?" asked Mr. Furber. "No, I'm Imaged If I do," replied John. "Well, John," said Mr. Furber, "your breath Is strong euough o throw an engine on" the truck." "Hut, confound It, Jim," unswered the now quieted visitor, "you don't mean to say that with only you and I hero this Is Heaven." |