. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . * in New York, aman of worth, whose only failing seemed to be occasionalintoxication, was tempted to drink in one of these one drink to another he continued, until, in the madness. rERRIBLE REALITY. of it, he went home, and, that evening, struck his wife blowsthat killed her. He was at once arrested, and his first wakingfrom that madness was to open his eyes on prison bars. Why, where am I ? Is this a jail ? Yes,1 was the keepers reply. What am I here for? 606 CONFESSIONS OF LIQUOR-SELLERS. Dont you know? •I know I was never
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . * in New York, aman of worth, whose only failing seemed to be occasionalintoxication, was tempted to drink in one of these one drink to another he continued, until, in the madness. rERRIBLE REALITY. of it, he went home, and, that evening, struck his wife blowsthat killed her. He was at once arrested, and his first wakingfrom that madness was to open his eyes on prison bars. Why, where am I ? Is this a jail ? Yes,1 was the keepers reply. What am I here for? 606 CONFESSIONS OF LIQUOR-SELLERS. Dont you know? •I know I was never in a jail before. Have I been kick-ing up a row? What am I here for? tell me. Yon are here for murder. ?What, have 1 killed somebody ? You have. Oh ! what shall I do? Tell me, does my wife know it? Why, it is your wife you have murdered. He fell in a dead faint, and, though the keeper of thatprison was licensed to sell, and the sheriff owned the liquor-shop where he obtained the drink, they were not even blamed,and the prisoner must pay the penalty, and bear the guiltalone. You and I know that such things are, alas, not do not say it was unjust that the man should be heldresponsible for his own acts, but what other business in thi
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