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Title: The modern devil, his play between the false and the good;
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Chambers, Isaiah Mench, 1865- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Philadelphia, International publishing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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So saying, he gathered up the gold and as it jingled into his
pocket, I heard him say: " This is but my share in any-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 thou
hast 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 from
the office.

A MOTHER'S INDIGNANT CURSE

That night he had a strange dream. He thought himself a
king enthroned in gorgeous splendor within a marble palace,
while on every hand innumerable attendants obeyed his every
command. He saw his coffers filled with gold and treasure, and
his soul was supremely happy until an angel appeared as he stood
at eventide in the palace doorway of his dream. With a motion
of her hand she caused a light to fall upon the darkness, a light
which dissolved intervening barriers and showed a mother bend-
ing over her two sons who were steeped in debauchery. Turn-
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" 'What can he do?' replied Mrs. Hypocrite '
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THE MODERN THIRST FOR GOLD
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ing toward him, with eyes of piercing indignation, the mother
pointed to her boys; and then at him, as she said:
" Accursed be thy kingdom and thy gold, for thou art guilty
of 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 with
his awaking.
" It is some wild nightmare, " he said.

WHY PRIZE SO MUCH THE WORLD'S APPLAUSE?

Then came the voice again;
" In thy mad thirst for power and riches, thou art opening
paths of perdition to the youths of the city. Wealth gained at
such cost is poverty; power thus won, is impotence. Men are
worth not what they have, but what they are. "
The dream would not fade from his memory. Seated in his
office on the following day, I heard him say:
" Two dreams! I wonder what they portend? "
Just then Man-of-tlie-World came in and said in jocular vein,
as he handed his friend a check. " Here's your share of another
rake-off ".

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