. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . liquors forever ? CHAPTER XII. WHO ARE THE VICTIMS? — LIFE IN A BAR-ROOM — LIFEHISTORIES TRACED IN TEARS AND WRITTEN IN BLOOD. The Next Morning After a Spree — Maddening Thirst — A Visit to a GinShop — Scenes Inside — Victims at the Bar—Horrible Wrecks andBloated Sots — The Suicides Death-bed — Dreadful Scenes — The RulingPassion Strong in Death — Mary! Mary! I Have Signed the Pledge —The Sailors Speech — A Realistic Dream — Life Histories Traced in Tearsand Written in Blood — Women who Drink in Low Life — Fearful Degra-dation— The Dead
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . liquors forever ? CHAPTER XII. WHO ARE THE VICTIMS? — LIFE IN A BAR-ROOM — LIFEHISTORIES TRACED IN TEARS AND WRITTEN IN BLOOD. The Next Morning After a Spree — Maddening Thirst — A Visit to a GinShop — Scenes Inside — Victims at the Bar—Horrible Wrecks andBloated Sots — The Suicides Death-bed — Dreadful Scenes — The RulingPassion Strong in Death — Mary! Mary! I Have Signed the Pledge —The Sailors Speech — A Realistic Dream — Life Histories Traced in Tearsand Written in Blood — Women who Drink in Low Life — Fearful Degra-dation— The Dead Mother and Her Babe — The Negro Jurys RidiculousVerdict — Women Who Drink in High Life — A Sad Story — An AwfulDeath — An Audience of Drunkards — James McCurrey— Inviting a Sotto Sleep iu I lis House — Burning the Bed Clothes Next Day — Noble Actof a Noble Man — What Followed — The Prize-Fighters Story — Savedby Kindness —The History of a Grog-shop Fiddler —The Shipwreck —Man the Lifeboat!. T is a gross insult to call aman a fool. Every man wouldresent it. But in the suffer-ing of the next morning aftera night of dissipation and de-bauchery, how then? Didvon never lie in your bedering how you came there, with>ed conscience, aching head.•y and parched, temples throb-&*\^3 ^ bing, racking brain, hot, feverishtongue? Did yon never, in the terrible suffering that is sureto follow a nighl of dissolute revelry, clasp your burninghands and bitterly call yourself Fool! fool! and add: Imade a miserable fool ! myself last night, and now I am270 TERRIBLE CRAVING FOR LIQUOR. 271 {i f/i i, I ! suffering these unutterable torments! What a fool I am ! If the first glass brought at once the suffering of thereaction, and the excitement came the next morning, who would drink? If delirium tremenscame first, and the fun after, whowould drink ? My friend, it doesnot pay to begin. First, you tol-j erate the drink; then touch andta
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