The modern devil, his play between the false and the good; . y-way. Then having trampled upon conscience, he took his pen,affixed his signature to the document and passed it on to a clerk. There! That is done, said he as he arose. Yes, replied the Angel once more, Yes, tis done; but thouhast sinned against the voice of conscience—thou hast sinned! Hypocrite frowned as he heard the condemning words, but say-ing to himself, these things are done every day, he passed fromthe office. A mothers indignant curse That night he had a strange dream. He thought himself aking enthroned in gorgeous splendo
The modern devil, his play between the false and the good; . y-way. Then having trampled upon conscience, he took his pen,affixed his signature to the document and passed it on to a clerk. There! That is done, said he as he arose. Yes, replied the Angel once more, Yes, tis done; but thouhast sinned against the voice of conscience—thou hast sinned! Hypocrite frowned as he heard the condemning words, but say-ing to himself, these things are done every day, he passed fromthe office. A mothers indignant curse That night he had a strange dream. He thought himself aking enthroned in gorgeous splendor within a marble jjalace,while on every hand innumerable attendants obeyed his everycommand. He saw his coffers filled with gold and treasure, andhis soul was supremely happy until an angel appeared as he stoodat eventide in the palace doorway of his dream. With a motionof her hand she caused a light to fall upon the darkness, a lightwhich dissolved inter\ening barriers and showed a mother bend-ing over her two sons who were steeped in debauchery. Turn-. THE MODEEN THIEST FOE GOLD 129 ing toward him, witli eyes of piercing indignation, the motherpointed to her boys; and then at him, as she said: Accursed be thy kingdom and thy gold, for thou art guiltyof the damnation of these, my sons. Hypocrite awoke from the dream with great beads of perspira-tion standing upon his brow. Sitting upright, he gazed in con-sternation in the direction of the vision, but it had gone withhis awaking. It is some wild nightmare, he said. WHY PRIZE so MUCH THE WORLDs APPLAUSE? Then came the voice again; In thy mad thirst for power and riches, thou art openingpaths of perdition to the youths of the city. AVealth gained atsuch cost is poverty; power thus won, is impotence. Men areworth not what they have, but what they are. The dream would not fade from his memory. Seated in hisoffice on the following day, I heard him say: Two dreams! I wonder what they portend? Just then Man-of-tlie-AVorld came in
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