p. 173 | Don't Sell to Them

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 12, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 11.

Don't Sell to Them.

ONE day a young man entered the bar room of a village tavern and called for a drink. "No," said the landlord, "you have had the delirium tremens once, and I cannot sell to you any more."

He stepped aside to make room for a couple of young men who had just entered, and the landlord waited on them very politely. The other stood by silent and sullen, and when they had finished, he walked up to the landlord and addressed him as follows:—

"Six years ago, at their age, I stood where those young men are now. I was a man with fair prospects. Now, at the age of twenty-eight, I am a wreck, body and mind. You led me to drink. In this room I formed the habit that has been my ruin. Now sell me a few more glasses and your work will be done. I shall soon be out of the way; there is no hope for me. But they can be saved. Do not sell it to them. Sell it to me, and let me die, and let the world be rid of me; but for Heaven's sake, sell no more to them!"—Ex.