CHAPTER XIII.
John Anderson's Saloon _"The end of these things is death."_ "Why do you mix that liquor with such care and give it to that child?
You know he is not going to pay you for it ?" "I am making an investment." "How so ?" "Why you see that boy's parents are very rich, and in course of time he will be one of my customers." "Well! John Anderson as old a sinner as I am, I wouldn't do such a thing for my right hand." "What's the harm?
You are one of my best customers, did liquor ever harm you ?" "Yes it does harm me, and when I see young men beginning to drink, I feel like crying out, 'Young man you are in danger, don't put your feet in the terrible flood, for ten to one you will be swamped.'" "Well! this is the best joke of the season: Tom Cary preaching temperance.

When do you expect to join the Crusade?
But, Oh! talk is cheap." "Cheap or dear, John Anderson, when I saw you giving liquor to that innocent boy, I couldn't help thinking of my poor Charley.

He was just such a bright child as that, with beautiful brown eyes, and a fine forehead.

Ah that boy had a mind; he was always ahead in his studies.
But once when he was about twelve years old, I let him go on a travelling tour with his uncle.

He was so agreeable and wide awake, his uncle liked to have him for company; but it was a dear trip to my poor Charley.