The poem of Francis E. Bolton, tells the story of the rum demon. Within a home of woe and shame, A drunken father nightly came, And called the only child he had, To come and kiss her poor old dad. A darling little girl was she, Who climbed upon that father’s knee, And kissed him with a look half sad, Although she loved her poor old dad. Drunken and dirty, weary and sad, She always kissed her poor old dad. But lower, lower sank his soul, Infatuated with the bowl, One comfort only then he had, The kiss that always welcomed dad. One night a Christian brother came, And won him from his woe and shame, He found the Lord, who made him glad, That night she kissed a sober dad. Days came and went, his eyes grew bright, His clothes were neat, his heart was light, His home was heaven, his child was glad, Some marvelous change had come to dad. One night he called her as of yore, As she stood white-robed upon the floor, His tone a deeper loving had, “Come, pet, and kiss your poor old dad.” Loyal and loving, manly and glad, She knew some change had come to dad. Her eyes lit with a radiant smile, She paused in thought a little while, She said as slow as she looked him o’er, “You’re not my old dad any more.” “What then, my pet?” he asked with awe, “Why, now you are my new papa.” He caught her to his breast with praise, “So may I be through endless days.” Loyal and loving, noble and true, Praise to the Lord, old dad is new, O, glorious grace of God! ’tis here, For those who sigh in sin and fear. Come unto Christ who can restore, Nor be the old man any more. In Jesus Christ the world is true, You are a creature wholly new. The blessed spirit now implore, Nor be the old man any more. Loyal and loving, noble and true, The soul that lives in Christ is new. Gambling Hells Past and Present. The statutes of the state of Illinois pronounce severe penalties against gambling and gamblers, yet games of chance have flourished in the past and do yet to a greater extent than in any other city in the country. There are said to be about 20,000 men who maintain an existence through gambling in one form or another. In late years the laws against gambling have been enforced more rigidly than formerly, and the number of professional gamblers has somewhat diminished. Yet there are enough of them left to make their business a very marked feature of metropolitan life. At the head of the fraternity are the faro dealers. This game is too well-known to the average American to need any description here, and has always been popular in this country because of its supposed fairness.