The one great characteristic in human nature on which the gambler counts is the fact that it requires more nerve in a man to win than is required of him to lose! It is startling for the layman to be told that $5,000 in a night is a big winning for a player, while $5,000 is only an ordinary loss in a big establishment. This fact is based on subtle psychology. There are two types of players, one of which gambles when it is in a state of elation and the other when in a state of depression. With either of these types winning, it is a gambler's observation that the man who will play until he has lost $25,000 when luck hopelessly is against him cannot hold himself to the chair after he is $5,000 winner. Gamblers have made money--fortunes--in times past, only to be buried in the potter's field. There are several reasons assignable for this end. Extravagant living appeals to the gambler, and when he has left his own special line of gaming it does not appeal to him strongly as either pastime or means for recouping his fortune. If he turns to gaming at all it is likely to be in fields where he does not know the game. Sometimes he goes to the Board of Trade--sometimes to the stock market. Playing there he is without system and without knowledge of conditions. He is likely to bull the grain market two days after the weather conditions have assured the greatest grain crop in history. Once a gambler, always a gambler, is his condition; and it is only a matter of time until someone has a game which beats him out. IT'S UP TO YOU, YOUNG MAN. There are two trails in life, young man. One leads to height and fame, To honor, glory, peace and joy, And one to depths of shame; And you can reach that glorious height-- Its honors can be won-- Or you can grope in shame's dark night. It's up to you, young man. Stern duty guards the upper trail-- Exact obedience, too-- And he who treads it cannot fail To win if he be true. But tickle folly, gay with smiles, Rules o'er the other one, And leads to ruin with her wiles. It's up to you, young man. At parting of the trails you stand. At early manhood's gate; Your future lies in your own hand-- Will it be low or great? If now you choose the trail of Right. When you the height have won, You'll bask in Honor's fadeless light-- It's up to you, young man. A HEARTLESS FRAUD. SCHOOLS TO TEACH SHOW-CARD WRITING CATCH MANY VICTIMS AMONG THE POOR GIRLS. December 5, 1905, J. H. Bell, the proprietor of a SHOW-CARD COLLEGE at 21 Quincy St., was arrested and the place closed. Bell advertised for students to learn to write show-cards and signs. He is said to charge $1 for a course and to promise positions at large salaries as soon as the course is completed.