ITY OF CALIFORNIA., SAN DIEGO -~- 3 1822016024069 JNIVERSITYOF 2ALIFORNIA.SAN DIEGO llllllllwi"i'WW o Central University Library University of California, San Diego Note: This item is subject to recall after two weeks. Date Due A UG MAY 3 V 39 (1/91) UCSDLib. MASON LONG, THE CONVERTED GAMBLER, THE LIFE MASON LONG, Converted Gambler, : '' BEING A RECORD OF His EXPERIENCE AS A WHITE SLAVS; A SOLDIER IN THE UNION ARMY; A PROFESSIONAL GAMBLER; A FATROM OF THK TURF; A VARIETY THEATER AND MINSTREL MANAGER ; AND, FINALLY, A CONVERT TO TH*. MURPHY CAUSE, AND TO THE (>s- FKI. Of CHRIST. WRITTEN B Y HIMSELF. WITH A PORTRAIT, AND SIX ILLUSTRATIONS. TKXTH EDITION- ONE HUNDREDTH THOUSAND. THK TkADK SflTLIED BY MASON LONG, FORT WAYNE, IND. ENTERED ACCORDING TO ACT OK CONGRESS, IN THE YEAR 1887, BY MASON LONG, IN THB OFFICF. OF TUP, LIBRARIAN OF CONGRESS, AT WASHINGTON. PRINTED AND BOUND AT THE AtDINE PRINTING WORKS, CINCINNATI. TABLE OF CONTENTS. FACE PREFACE, .....15 CHAPTER I. My boyhood and youth Seven years of abject slavery Hard lessons of the ways of the world I become a Union soldier 17 CHAPTER II. My career as a soldier The routine of camp life Bloody battles, forced marches and long sieges Record of three eventful years, .... 24 CHAPTER III. My first experience in gambling Prevalence of the vice among officers and soldiers Heavy winnings daring the war Playing under difficulties My first taste ot liquor The Fort Wayne confidence gang, . . 40 CHAPTER IV. How I degenerated from a business man into a profes- sional gambler Severe lessons at my new trade My sad experience as manager of a minstrel troupe and proprietor of a variety theater at Lafayette Ups and downs as a gambler A faro game stopped by a fearful oil-gas explosion, . . . .62 12 Table of Contents. CHAPTER V. PAGE The horrors of delirium tremens Visions of the " White Mice" Repeated captures by the police Ludi- crous flight of a bloodthirsty sport Large winnings invested in a palatial saloon and gambling den Reckless dissipation and prodigality An hoar in jail Low ebb of fortune, ..... 85 CHAPTER VI. " Following the trotters " Sights and scenes on the turf Make-shifts of a broken gambler "Canada Bill's" confidence operations Traveling on " cheek " A fourteen weeks debauch Another horrible experi- ence with delirium tremens, 105 CHAPTER VII. The various phases of gambling Good and bad qualities of the genuine sporting man Prevalence of the vice among business men The misery and ruin it causes A few words to the sporting fraternity, . . 137 CHAPTER VIII. How I became a convert to the Murphy cause Signing the pledge Struggles with the demon alcohol- Final triumph over the rum devil, . . . .158 CHAPTER IX. My conversion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ Mental sufferings while under conviction Public confession of my sins The blessings attending a change of heart 176 Table of Contents. 13 CHAPTER X. PAGE. My tobacco experience The twin evil How I was cured ......... 200 CHAPTER XI. My admission into the First Baptist Church of Fort Wayne Immersion in the presence of a vast audi- ence Press reports of the ceremony, . . . 212 CHAPTER XII. Supplementary chapter, written by my pastor, Dr. J. R. Stone, at my request, 229 CHAPTER XIIL Extract from "The Ribbon Workers," edited by J. M. Hiatt, Esq., and published by J. W. Goodspetd, Chicago, ........ 245 PREFACE. I HAVE no apology to offer for writing this little book. I have not the assurance to claim for it any especial literary merit, or any permanent value. But my life, though short, has been a rather event- ful one, and I have told it truthfully in the hope that my readers and especially the young will take warning from my follies and crimes, and realize from my experience that "The way of the Transgressor is hard." As I look back with sorrow and remorse upon the worse than wasted years of my manhood, I pray that others may be spared my suffering. If in my youth there had been placed before me the sad tale of some unfortunate human being, whose life had been wrecked by dissipation and debauchery, I believe my career would have been very different. I earnestly hope that this unpretending little volume may be the means of saving some young man from my bitter experience, and causing him to realize the beauty and happi- ness of an upright, sober and virtuous life. I ask the reader's indulgence as to the literary defects of my book, of which no one can be more conscious than myself. MASON LONG. MASON LONG. CHAPTER I. MY BOYHOOD AND YOUTH-SEVEN YEARS OP ABJECT SLAVERY HARD LESSONS C^ THE WAYS OF THE WORLD I BECOME A UNION SOLDIER. The story of my life is not a pleasant one. It will not excite the admiration or enthusiasm of the reader. It is not characterized would to God it were by great deeds, noble actions, high impulses. My career has been in no way different from that of thousands of others, excepting that, through the grace of God, it was altered before I had drank the bitter cup to the very dregs. My story is that of a bleak and cheerless childhood, a youth of ignorance and hardship, a manhood of intemperance and vice. I was born in Luray, Licking County, Ohio, on the 10th of September, 1842. My father, Jacob Long, died at the age of fifty-six, when 1 was but six years old. After his death I B i* 18 Mason Long: went with my mother, Margaret Long, a noble Christian woman, to West Salem, Ashland County, Ohio, where my grandfather lived. I remained there until my mother died, leaving me all alone in the world. Although but ten years of age, the scene at her death-bed made an impression upon my memory which time can never efface. After years of sinful indul- gence, during which her dying words, though often called to mind, had failed to awaken my seared and deadened conscience, they came back to me with a new and vivid meaning, and I at last thanked God that the prayer which my dear mother uttered with her parting breath had been answered. Left at this tender age an orphan, homeless, friendless, and penniless, my boyhood was, indeed, a bleak and cheerless one. I was bound out to a wealthy German farmer, of Medina County, Ohio, whose abject slave I was for seven years. They were years of hard labor, and cruel treatment ; years which brought to me only sadness and suffering ; years of gloom and servitude, unrelieved by one kind word, or one tender glance. But although deprived of home, friends, family, of all those surroundings which make childhood the pleasantest portion Converted Gambler. 10 of many lives, I never ceased to look forward to a better day ahead. Well has the poet said : Hope springs eternal in the human breast, Man never is, but always to be blest. It made no difference how severe my task, how cruel my treatment, how dreary my life, I never ceased to hope for a happier future. The terms of my apprenticeship were, that I was to labor for my employer until I reached the age of eighteen, receiving my board and clothes, with two months of schooling each year ; I was also 4o have a horse and saddle. Mr. K., my employer I may say owner put me at work immediately in clearing land, and for five years I was never away from the clearings for a single day. That whole section was a forest when I entered it, and the labor of felling the trees and clearing the land was very severe. A part of the time I worked in a large sugar camp, where we made eigh- teen hundred pounds of sugar, and six hun- dred gallons of maple syrup, every Spring. I remained in this slavery for it was no- thing else for seven years, during which time we cleared one hundred acres of land, and my master erected a large residence and 20 Mason Lon 1* 66 Mason Long: traveling with a small tent show. This was during the political campaign, and McCoole was giving performances at the dates and places of the joint discussions between Governors Hendricks and Baker. He had been doing a good business, and at his solicitation I took a half interest in the show. The great Mason- McCoole prize fight had just taken place, and we named our troupe the Mason-McCoole Minstrels. We gave two performances each day one in the afternoon in the tent, and one in the evening at a ball. We showed at Ken- dallville, Waterloo, and other points. From the latter place I went to Toledo with four hundred and fify dollars in my pocket, to engage " talent " for our " mammoth combina- tion" (as we called it on the bills); but instead of doing so, I fell against a faro bank at Toledo and lost every cent of it. I returned and joined the company. We played at Mishawa- kee to a fair business, and then proceeded to South Bend, where we rented a hall and announced a grand musical entertainment. The evening came, and so did the crowd. We had a large attendance, our receipts being about one hundred and fifty dollars. McCoole was in the box office selling tickets, and I stood Converted Gambler. , 67 at the door. About eight o'clock, just before time for the curtain to raise, my partner told me he was going down stairs for a moment, and said that I should take in money at the door until his return. I stood there and received about two dollars and a half in " shinnies " (fractional currency). It was past the time for the curtain to raise, and the audience were becoming impatient. About this time the owner of the hall arrived and demanded his rent. I told him McCoole had gone out with all of the funds, and asked him to wait until his return. He respectfully declined, and said the curtain should not go up until the money was paid. I argued with him, and offered him as security the canvas which we had purchased from Gilbert & Grady for one hundred dollars. He was obdurate, evidently believing that McCoole and myself were in complicity for the purpose of defrauding him. My position was indeed an embarrassing one. I had only two dollars and half in money, was an entire stranger, and had to face an angry audience. I finally mounted the stage, and told the crowd the circumstances. I said that we were ready to proceed if the owner of the hall would let us, and concluded by throwing my scrip ard 68 Mason Long: tickets among the audience. They were very indignant, and I feared that they would use violence with me. They left the hall pell-mell, with many expressions of anger and disgust. The members of the company none of whom had been paid for a long time were uneasy at the turn affairs had taken, and thought that their private property would be attached. One of them owned a banjo which he valued at one hundred dollars, and he was determined to save it at all hazards. Sending a confederate to the front of the building, he let down the banjo from the window with a string, crying to a man below, " Is that you, Jake ? " " Yes," was the answer, and the instrument was let down into the hands of the sheriff. That was the last seen of that banjo. This incident confirmed the belief that we were attempting a deliberate swindle, although the only guilty party was McCoole. He had boarded a train and left the city, and from that day to this I have never seen or heard of him. I was left in South Bend with ten unpaid performers on my hands, without money or friends, and with a number of bills to settle. I went to the hotel, and turned over the canvas to the landlord as security for our Converted Gambler. 69 bill. I presume he has the canvas yet. We slept at the hotel, but were refused breakfast the next morning, and left the hotel hungry and broke. A thorough search was made of every member of the troupe, and finally we succeeded in discovering a dollar bill concealed in the watch pocket of one of the players. That was promptly confiscated and devoted to the purchase of a lunch. The company dis- banded, each person depending upon his wits to get out of town. I then formed a partnership with a fortune teller whose acquaintance I had made, and we proceeded to Kendallville, and then to Fort Wayne, my fare and expenses being paid by my new companion. At the latter place the fortune teller located at the Hedekin House, remaining three weeks, telling no less than two hundred and fifty fortunes, at one dollar each, within that time. This large business was the result of liberal advertising, and the success with which the past and present of the "seekers after knowledge " were told. This seemed remarkable, and was the subject of much amazement among the simple-minded persons who paid their dollars for a knowledge of the future. There was nothing supernatural, how- 70 Mason Long: ever, about the success with which " fortunes " were told. I was getting half of the profits, and, in order to earn my way, made n^self an active assistant. I knew almost all who went to have their fortunes told, and during the operation I was concealed behind a door, shar- ing my knowledge with the professor of occult mysteries. The victim was always placed with his back toward me. Thus, if the party was married, I nodded my head ; if single, I shook my head ; I signified the number of children he or she had by my fingers, and in various ways I gave information which, when imparted by the fortune teller, produced the greatest sur- prise and wonderment. Such of my young readers as may feel tempted to consult these so-called " oracles " will see, from my narrative, that there is no reliance to be placed in them, and that, when they do tell the truth, it is either the result of a lucky guess, or of knowl- edge obtained in some manner not suspected by the victim. When our business became dull at Fort Wayne, we went to Huntington, and there, for obvious reasons, our success was not so great. We dissolved partnership, the fortune teller leaving for parts unknown. Sterling and Converted Gambler. 71 Grunauer were running a faro bank at Hunt- ington, and they employed me to deal at eight dollars per day They were in bad luck, and, having lost eighteen hundred dollars, closed the faro bank and left for Fort Wayne. In the mean time I had gambled away all my profits from the fortune telling, and returned home. I then obtained the money due me for sell- ing soda fountains, amounting to seven hun- dred dollars. Of course the first thing I did was to seek a gambling room, and on Sunday night I found myself at the "Lodge." When I arose from the faro table that night, I did not have money enough to buy a cigar with, and was at a loss to imagine what to do next. The next morning I was sitting in the 44 Lodge " trying to invent some means of 44 rais- ing the wind," when I happened to think of a man in Lafayette, to whom I had loaned one hundred and ninety dollars, and who was about leaving for the Far West. I determined to go to Lafayette to see him, but how to get there was the question. I asked Grunauer one of the men who had won my seven hundred dol- lars the preceding evening for a small loan, 72 Mason Long: but he refused unless I would put up a gold ele- phant as security. From his partner, Sterling, I met with better treatment. He advised me not to get discouraged, and when I stated my case handed me twenty dollars with which I went to Lafayette, arriving there with sixteen dollars. The man who owed me one hundred and ninety dollars had departed. I was about leaving for home, when I met one of the former members of the defunct " Mason-McCoole Min- strels." He was performing at a variety theater in Lafayette, the proprietor of which was los- ing money and was anxious to sell out. At his suggestion I purchased the establishment, giv- ing my notes for three hundred and fifty dollars at three and six months' time. I went to Indianapolis, engaged the Reynard sisters who were billed as " celebrated ar- tistes" and I soon had my variety hell in full blast. It was located at No. 54 Fourth street, and will doubtless be remembered by many of the citizens of Lafayette as one of the hardest places ever kept in that city. I fitted up a bar, a green-room and all the other adjuncts of a place of this character, and did a thriving busi- ness. The place was crowded every night. I changed the company every two or three weeks Converted Gambler. 73 and employed a large number of " gifted stars " to cater to the tastes of my patrons. The green-room was conducted on the most approved principles. I bought wine at thirty-seven and a-half cents a bottle and sold it for two dollars and fifty cents. The "lady performers*' re- ceived fifteen dollars a week each, and board, together with fifty cents commission for each bottle of wine sold. Strange to say, among the persons who paid two dollars and fifty cents per bottle for this wine, were the men from whom I had bought it for thirty-seven and a half cents. I charged an admission fee of twenty-five cents, each check calling for a glass 01 beer. This was done in order to avoid payment of license. My variety hall gradually became the ren- dezvous of disorderly characters and a nuisance in the eyes of decent citizens. After I had conducted it about eight months, a determined attempt was made to break it up. Nearly one hundred indictments were returned against me, but owing to legal irregularities and a failure of proof, I had them quashed at an expense of only five dollars, which I paid an attorney. I concluded that it was about 4 74 Mason Long: time for me to remove, so I decided to shut up. Owing to a misunderstanding with the gas company, the theater was lighted with thirty tallow candles at the last performance, and resembled an Irish wake in appearance. The next day I closed the place, leaving stage, scenery, chairs, bar, etc., turned the key over to the owner of the building, and withdrew from the amusement business. I can truthfully say that among the many re- grettable episodes in my past life, there is none I look back upon with more sorrow and remorse than the one I have just related. I believe and with my experience I certainly know whereof I speak that of all the devil's inven- tions for propagating vice and dissipation, and leading young men into paths of immorality and indulgence, there are none more success- ful than "variety theaters" and "concert halls." They are perfect plague spots, full of evil and nothing but evil. The young man who frequents them is treading the path to cer- tain ruin, and I warn all who do not desire to become moral wrecks, to avoid these places as they would a pestilence. Wherever they are established they do an amount of mischief which no one can estimate. I regret to say Converted Gambler. 75 that they are frequently patronized and en- couraged by business men who have sons and daughters growing up, and who are to a large extent responsible for their existence. I thiak the press and the pulpit, and an enlightened public sentiment, should unite to render the maintainance of such places of resort impossible. When I closed my variety theater, I had six- teen hundred dollars in my pocket, the profits of that enterprise. It is needless to say that this money lasted me but a short time. I went to Chicago, and a very few contests with faro reduced me to pauperism. I then returned to Fort Wayne, after an absence of nearly a year, and rented a small room over the "Occidental." paying sixty dollars a month rent, and having borrowed a little money, opened a faro game on a light scale. I opened a " fifteen dollar snap,'* (the bets being limited to that amount) and at the first sitting won one hundred and ninety-five dollars. I had a streak of " good luck," and for six weeks never suffered a single loss amounting to a hundred dollars. I had then gathered forty-eight hundred dollars. I hired a dealer with whom I left a " bank roll " and two five hundred dollar bank checks, to be used in an emergency. I then started for Indianap- 76 Mason Long: olis, but had hardly reached there when I re- ceived a telegram to come home. Upon my return I discovered that my game had lost twelve hundred dollars. The dealer whom I had employed and trusted had played false with me, and by complicity with outsiders, had robbed me of the amount named. He was at once set down by the Fort Wayne gambling fraternity as a thief, and having lost the money he stole from me, as a " rounder " on outside games, he found the atmosphere very unconge- nial, and left for parts unknown. I continued my game over the " Occidental " until my money had vanished, and I was compelled to close the bank and vacate my rooms. After this I remained on the " ragged edge," financially, for several months. I played on the " outside," occasionally borrowing a small "stake," and making small winnings, which were lost upon the next game. Finally I bor- rowed five hundred dollars of a friend and opened a faro bank on Main street. I had bad luck, and was cleaned out immediately. I obtained two hundred and fifty dollars more of the same man, which went after the five hun- dred dollars, and again he advanced me two hundred and fifty dollars, which also vanished. Converted Gambler. 79 A fourth time I applied to him, but he could only let me have ten dollars ; with this we went on a spree. I remained drunk constantly for weeks, both night and day, living on plain whisky, and taking but little food or sleep. Completely worn out, I finally sobered up. I was, of course, out of funds, and my debts amounted to about two thousand three hundred dollars. In order to get a start, I pawned an old watch for fifty-five dollars, and opened a game. By some means a rumor that I had won one thousand dollars, obtained circulation among the sports, and I took no pains to stop it, as I knew it would bring players against my bank. Luck had at last turned. The first night I dealt I won three hundred and sixty- five dollars. I kept on winning, and in less than three weeks I had paid all my debts and had a " bank roll " (business capital) of eight hundred dollars. As usual when successful I took to drinking, and my pile began to dwindle. Then I allowed outsiders to deal "snaps" (limited bets) at my game, and I played against them, usually winning, as few of them knew how to protect themselves. At this time I was dividing my attention about equally between drinking and gambling. 80 Mason Long: While on a spree, I went to Upper Sandusky, Ohio, leaving my rooms and a bank roll of four hundred dollars with my dealer. At Upper Sandusky I met some boon companions, and indulged in a frightful debauch. One day, as I was sleeping off the effects of this indul- gence, under a large sycamore tree at the river side, I was handed a telegram, summoning me home. I returned to Fort Wayne and found my game broken up and my money gone. I remained quiet for a few weeks, and then re-opened my old rooms over the " Occidental." Fortune again smiled upon me, and in about seven weeks my net winnings amounted to over four thousand dollars. During this time I had remained sober, watched my game, and had not made a single losing of any consequence. This was entirely too much prosperity for me to stand. I came to the conclusion that I must have a horse, and I bought a trotter for one hundred and ninety dollars, purchased a nobby wagon at Detroit, and made my appearance with a flashy turnout. I entered my horse at the Huntington Fair, and carried off the prize in the " general purposes " class. For a few weeks I devoted myself entirely to my horse az>d to drinking. Almost every day I became Converted Ga/nbler. 81 intoxicated and drove out, scarcely over return- ing, unless my recklessness had caused some accident. Frequently I landed the whole turn- out in the ditch, and rarely went to the stable* with a whole wagon. Laboring under the delusion that I had a fast trotter, I matched him against a better horse for two hundred dollars a side, and we had a trot on the snow, near the city. I of course came out second best, and finding I was beat did not stop, but drove straight to town, leav- ing a crowd of disgusted sports, who had bet on me, far in the rear. This was known as the " Birdie " and " Flossy " race. The large sum of money, which I had recent- ly won, had about disappeared, and in order to get another start, I sold my rig at a great sacrifice, and invested the proceeds in faro. Of course I lost, and I found myself, as I had so often been before penniless ! In the Spring of 1871, I obtained a am. ill stake and opened a faro bank in the third story of the building at the corner of Calhoun and Wayne Streets, Fort Wayne. There was no other game in the city at the time, and this one was well patronized. A great many transient sports visited Fort Wayne those days and they, F 82 Mason Long : together with merchants, bankers, saloon-keep- ers, clerks, bartenders, railroad conductors, etc., composed the players. Occasionally a church member dropped in and took a hand. Among all f the players, passenger conductors and bap- tenders were the hardest for us to keep broke. Many saloon-keepers visited us once or twice a week, and left with us, for safe keeping, all their available cash. The game kept up remark- ably well, hundreds of dollars changing hands every night. While I was conducting this bank, an incident took place which is, I think, worth relating. One night in June, 1871, I was dealing, and there was an exciting game in progress for " big money." Sudd nly we discovered a bright light in our windows, and soon became aware that fire was raging in the adjoining building. The steam engin s were throwing water on the fire, and we could liear the noise of the large ciowd which had assembled in the street below, and the shrill voices of the firemen and police- men as they moved about in the discharge of their duties. The game was kept up as if nothing had happened ; not a player rose from his seat, not a man passed in his checks, so engrossing was the sport. It was suggested that Converted Gambler. 83 we would not move until the walls grew hot, and we kept on dealing and playing, with the adjacent building in flames. It was not until an explosion took place which shook the edifice from foundation to roof, that some of the players became terrified, drew out of the game and left. I continued dealing, however, and scarcely a word was spoken as the game progressed, although the roar from the street below was becoming louder and louder. In a few moments a second violent explosion occurred, which moved the building several inches, shattered every window in our room to fragments, lifted the door from its hinges and overturned the check rack. This made the stoutest heart fail, and the most hardened countenance blanch. We feared that the stairway had been torn away, and all egress cut off, and the reckless men, who had been tempting fate, forgetting everything, rushed for the exit. No one waited to get his checks cashed, and I never closed a game more suddenly. The stairways were all right and we soon reached the street. We found that the fire had originated in the cellar beneath Boltz's grocery in the adjacent build- ing. The first shock was caused by the ex- plosion of some oil in the cellar, which had been 84 Mason Long : afterward flooded with water. The boiling oil ran along the surface of the water and gener- ated gas. When Fred. Hilsmau, a torch boy, entered the cellar, this gas exploded with a loud report, killing him instantly and wounding about twenty-five persons. Mr. Ferd. Boltz, proprietor of the grocery ; Thomas Mannix, the Chief Engineer of the Fire Department ; John Downey and Edward Downey were among those most frightfully burned. Their sufferings were most intense, and they presented as hor- rible a spectacle as I ever witnessed during the war. We gamblers devoted the remainder of the night to caring for the wounded, who were removed to hospitals and private residences. This striking episode was a great shock to all of us, and we did not recover from its effects for some time. Converted Gambler. 85 CHAPTER V. THE HORRORS OF DELIRIUM TREMENS VISIONS OP THE " WHITE MICE" REPEATED CAPTURES BY THE POLICE LUDICROUS FLIGHT OF A BLOODTHIRSTY SPORT LARGE WINNINGS INVESTED IN A PALATIAL SALOON AND GAMBLING DEN-RECKLESS DISSIPATION AND PROD- IGALITYAN HOUR IN JAIL LOW EBB OF FORTUNE. I was completely unnerved by the terrible event which I described in the concluding pages of the last chapter. I did not make a single winning for at least a month. I was extremely nervous whenever I sat down at a card table. Becoming discouraged, I betook my- self to my usual resort, the bottle, and indulged in a prolonged spree. For many days I sub- sisted almost entirely upon raw whisky, sleep- ing but little, and eating scarcely anything. At last I found myself suffering from my first attack of delirium tremens. My visions assumed the forms of white mice. They were ever before my eyes, waking or sleeping. They were constantly present in my deceased imagi- nation, crawling over my bed at night, swarm- ing about my person by day, advancing toward 86 Mason Long: me in vast multitudes, crawling about my feet with every step. In vain did I attempt to shake off this dreadful vagary; with every effort the white mice increased in numbers, until it seemed to me that thousands of them were about me, and that I never would be able to free myself from them. They seemed within my reach, but when I clutched at them they evaded my hands, and seemed to laugh demon- iacally at my fruitless attempts to capture them. My physical condition was pitiable ; I was pale, weak, nervous, exhausted, unable to collect my thoughts, or control my fancies. I slowly re- covered from this attack, but it was many weeks before I regained my usual life, energy, and buoyant spirits. Thoroughly frightened at last, I determined to stop drinking, and for four months did not touch a drop. When I " got on my feet again," I opened a faro bank in the old rooms previously occupied by Sterling and Grunauer. The game flourished, and for about three months I won steadily. One night there was a big game in progress, many prominent sporting men from abroad being present and playing against me, when a posse of police suddenly made their appearance, entering through the skylight and the rear Converted Gambler. 87 windows, which they had reached by means of a ladder. The game was intensely exciting, and we did not hear the approach of the " peelers." Our first intimation that they were 'in the vicinity, was when they stood before us and told us to consider ourselves under arrest. The countenances of the eighteen players in the room were indeed a study, and presented a ludicrous spectacle. This raid was the imme- diate result of the threats made by one of the number, who had threatened publicly to kill the first " peeler " who should ever attempt his arrest in a gambling room. This threat nettled the bold chief, " Mike " Singleton, who laid his plans carefully to " bag " this dangerous (?) sport. The raid was cleverly executed, and, as was to be expected, the valor of the sanguinary individual referred to, rapidly oozed out at the pores. In the confusion, he entered my sleep- ing apartment and locked the door. The police attempted to force it open, but I warned them not to do so, as the room was a private one, not used for gambling purposes. They allowed us to settle up the game, and then confiscated my tools, and marched us to the lock-up. As we reached the hallway, the cowardly braggadocio who had locked himself in my bedroom opened 88 Mason Long: the door and dashed through the gambling hall, and jumped out of the back window, taking sash and all with him. He landed in a garden, and thus made good his escape, as the police could not leave us to look after him. I had won five hundred dollars before the raid, but had to deposit one hundred and eighty dollars to secure the release of the crowd, and in the bargain, lost my kit of checks, valued at one hundred dollars. Of course, these police raids were of more or less frequent occurrence. During my ten years of gambling in Fort Wayne, my house was "pulled," on an average, two or three times annually. I never allowed any man caught in my place to be locked up, even if I had to borrow money to bail him out with. I presume I have paid into the city treasury of Fort Wayne, in consequence of these arrests, not less than two thousand five hundred or three thousand dollars, not to speak of the loss I sustained by the confiscation of many valuable kits of tools. The newspapers and the public generally are in the habit of censuring police officers for the iiifrequency of their raids upon gamblers, and in many cases, without reason. It is a most Converted Gambler. 89 difficult matter to make these arrests success- fully. The police have no right to break into a room upon suspicion, merely, and they do so at their own risk. In order to work a con- viction, it is necessary to prove the gambling, and that is very frequently hard to do, as, in many cases, it could only be done through the ( testimony of the players themselves, and no one can be required to criminate himself on the witness stand. Many skillfully planned and cleverly executed raids have proved "water hauls" merely, because the officers were unable to show positively that gambling was being done. The doors are always kept locked and bolted, with a guard outside to give warning, by an understood signal, of the approach of the " cops." It is an easy thing to secrete and lock up cards, tools, etc., and by the time the officers gain admission if they do so at all they fre- quently find only a party of gentlemen quietly smoking cigars and reading the newspapers. The officers have no right to break open trunks^ or closets, upon suspicion that they contain gambling tools, and, in such cases, it is useless to make arrests. I have known the police to work for weeks devising some plan of bagging a nest of sports. 90 Mason Long: They usually choose a time when the gamblers are supposed to be " flush," in order that the city treasury may receive a " benefit." They scale buildings, climb ladders, let themselves down from the roofs through skylights, dis- guise themselves in citizens' clothes, and, in fact, resort to all manner of stratagems to cap- ture the gentlemen who " buck the tiger." Of course, there are many ludicrous inci- dents connected with these affairs. One night, while I was keeping a room at 74 Calhoun Street, Fort Wayne, the "peelers" stealthily crept up to our outside guard, who was sitting in front of the door asleep, seized him, and before he was fairly awake, had taken the keys from his pocket, and entered our room, much to our disgust and amazement ; of course, we had to " walk up to the captain's office and settle." Occasionally a man who never plays drops into a gambling room as a spectator, through mere curiosity. When such " innocents " find themselves in the hands of the police, their ter- ror is very amusing to the thoroughbreds, who are hardened to such experiences. I remember distinctly the futile and ridiculous efforts of two of these "spring chickens " to escape from Converted Gambler. 91 the blue coats in one of my Fort Wayne rooms, on West Berry Street. There was a small dumb waiter in the room, in which drinks and cigars were brought up from the saloon below. This was about large enough to hold a very small tray ; but when the officers arrived that night, these two boys jumped into it and attempted to run it down. It is as hard for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle as it was for these worthies to descend through this small space ; and as the police gently took them forth from their ridiculous hiding-place, their countenances presented a decidedly sheepish aspect. This was probably their first visit to a gambling room, and they had never played ; but like the rest of us, they had to " plank down " ten dollars each. It was probably the best thing that could have happened them, as they doubtless concluded to keep out of such places in future. One of my sporting enterprises in Fort Wayne was a private " club room " for gentlemen. This place was frequented by some of the lead- ing business men and wealthiest citizens of Fort Wayne, who liked to play among themselves, but did not desire to come in contact with reg- ular sporting men. They were bankers, capi- talists, merchants, city and county officials, and 92 Mason Long: men of that class. While I kept this room, the mayor received an anonymous letter, to the eftect that it was resorted to by mechanics, laboring men, and others, who were there robbed of the money which their wives and chil- dren needed. Upon the strength of this, he ordered the chief of police to make an imme- diate raid, and to refuse less than fifty dollars bail in each case, and so we received a call one night, and the " peelers " found six of the leading citizens of Fort Wayne having a quiet game of poker among themselves. They were all put under arrest, but, of course, promptly furnished bail. One of the police " froze " to my check-rack, which I hated to part with. I tried to get it from him by various devices, which proved fruitless. Finally, as the police were about leaving, I invited them to " take something." The room-boy brought up a "round of drinks," and the "peeler" laid down my check-rack while he absorbed his liquor ; when he had swallowed his drink, he reached for the " rack," but it was gone safely lodged in a clothes-press, which was locked, and which the police dared not open. They could get no information as to the mysterious disappearance, and took their departure minus Converted Gambler. 93 the trophy; the chief, in the meantime, admin- istering a severe reprimand to the officer whose fondness for liquor had caused the trouble. After our guests departed, we had another game, in which I won four hundred and twen- ty-five dollars from the business men, none of whom has probably forgotten this, to them, eventful night. The "raid" which caused the bully to jump from the window, frightened the owner of the building, and he gave me notice to vacate. I then returned to the room which I had occu- pied at the time of the explosion. There were two faro banks in full blast in this building, one kept by a noted Louisville sport named Gregg, who afterwards died of small pox, and the other by myself. Business was good here, but I soon made another move to No. 60 Cal- tioun Street where I ran the largest game I ever -iad. During the races of 1872, there was "big /noney" lost against my game. In one night I won over twenty-two hundred and fifty dol- lars in two hours, of which seventeen hun- dred dollars was lost by Jesse Winter, a well-known gambler of Cincinnati, and four hundred dollars by a traveling salesman for an b& Maton Long: Indianapolis firm, who was shortly afterward sent to the penitentiary for embezzlement. In the Spring of 1873, two men from Fort Wayne and myself opened a faro game at Lo- gansport, where we speedily lost our bank roll of two thousand dollars. My partners returned to Fort Wayne for money, and during their absence, I borrowed two hundred dollars, and opened a two hundred dollar " snap." I won seven hundred dollars the first night, and when my partners got back had thirty-one hun- dred dollars. We re-opened our game with a nine hundred dollar bank roll, which disap- peared the first two nights, whereupon my partners left in disgust. I remained in Logans- port and dipped into a big game of poker at which I lost twenty-one hundred dollars in one week. I then resumed faro, and having won nine hundred dollars left for Fort Wayne with sixteen hundred dollars in my pocket. I then determined to embark in the saloon business, and conduct a gambling room in con- nection therewith. I leased a building at No. 74 Calhoun Street in the Summer of 1873, and fitted it up at an expense of thirty-five hundred dollars, of which I paid sixteen hundred dol- lars in cash. The saloon, when thrown open, Converted Gambler. 95 was the handsomest in the city. There was an elegant black walnut bar, a black wal- nut sideboard, costing five hundred dollars, mirrors, Brussels carpets, etc. The rooms were supplied with fine billiard tables which I pur- chased on time, giving my notes therefor, and afterwards winning the notes from the holder at the gaming table. I opened to an immense business. My prede- cessor at this place, took in only from three to eight dollars a day ; but the first day I opened, my bar receipts were forty dollars, and they increased daily until they reached one hundred and seventy-five dollars. The first month my sales amounted to twenty-two hundred and fifty dollars for whisky, billiards, etc. My gambling rooms were in the second story, and business was so brisk that I had to have two kits and tables, and two games frequently run- ning in one room. The first year, the entire institution, gambling room, saloon, etc., netted me over eight thousand dollars, and yet at its termination, I was fifteen hundred dollars in debt, all caused by recklessness, extravagance, and dissipation. During the Northern Indiana Fair of 1874, I reaped a rich harvest. I con- ducted a bar two hundred feet long at the Fair 96 Mason Long: grounds, and on the day of the Firemen's Tournament, when there were said to have been forty thousand people on the grounds, the re- ceipts were thirteen hundred and sixty-five dollars for beer, whisky, and cigars at this place. On the same day, the receipts at my saloon and gambling hall were fourteen hundred and fifty dollars, most of which was realized from the games. During these races, there were three games of faro and one " red and black table " in constant operation in my rooms. Another profitable time for me was the great Soldiers Re-union of 1874, when my receipts were very large. Many of them dropped in to see me, and one night I won about nine hun- dred dollars from them, for old acquaintance sake* These were the most profitable days, finan- cially, I ever had, and yet they availed "me little. I was constantly in debt, and squandered my money in all kinds of reckless dissipation and extravagance. My establishment being the headquarters of professional gamblers, attracted many loafers and hangers-on. This gradually drove away my best customers. I drank and caroused around freely, neglected Converted Gambler. 97 my business and let my stock run down. Whenever I got two thousand, three thousand, or four thousand dollars together, I left the city to attend horse races, chicken fights, or some other similar affair, and frequently returned without a cent. I will describe one trip, as an illustration. In the Spring of 1874, I left home to attend a chicken fight, at Tolleston, Ind., the match being between the Chappell Brothers, of Detroit, and Jerry Monroe, of Chicago. I was on a spree when I left home, and took a bottle of whisky with me, from which I drank so freely that I was carried past Tolleston, and into Chicago, where I arrived in the morning. I stepped into a restaurant, took a cocktail, ordered breakfast, and while it was being prepared, went up stairs to visit a faro game ; while my pheasant was being broiled, I won eight hundred and forty dollars, and when the bell rang for breakfast, I sat down with that amount of winnings in my pocket. I dropped into a pawn-shop, where I paid five hundred and twenty dollars for a watch and chain, and one hundred and forty-five dollars for a pair of bracelets, for neither of which I had any use, and returned to Fort Wayne. I mention this 5 G 96 Mason Long: simply as an illustration of the extravagance and recklessness of the average gambler. In three days after purchasing this watch and chain, I had it pawned for three hundred dol- lars. I frequently had it in " soak " after that, and altogether I presume I borrowed not less than twenty-five hundred dollars upon it. I finally sacrificed it for one hundred and seventy dollars. My palatial gambling room and saloon was rapidly becoming one of the worst dens in the city. That which I had originally intended as a resort for gentlemen and business men, became finally the headquarters of all the blear* eyed bummers, whisky bloats, and dead-beats in the city. People with any claims to respect- ability, avoided it studiously. The newspapers " wrote it up," and facetiously denominated it " Mace Long's Bazaar," and " Mace Long's Confectionery." My game was deserted, I was out of funds, badly entangled in debt, and I gave myself up to the grossest intemperance. About this time I employed an old soak known to local fame as " Deacon " Bronson, as my bartender. The Deacon was a " charac- ter." Once a prominent railroad man, after- ward the proprietor of some of the most Converted Gambler. 99 fashionable and popular drinking resorts in the city, the Deacon had gone down step by step, until he had become a mere common drunkard. His excessive use of liquor had softened a brain which had never, to tell the truth, been phenomenally developed ; and the Deacon was a target for all the corner loafers in town. I employed the Deacon at a nominal salary, his board and liquor being the main induce- ments. His duties were not very arduous, but he exerted himself quite successfully to see that my stock of liquors did not accumulate too fast. The customers were quite scarce, and those who did call were usually out of funds. One cold winter morning an event of unus- ual interest transpired. A customer called a real customer, with a clean shirt on, and some money in his pocket. I had been absent for a time on a spree. The Deacon had just opened the saloon, and had searched in vain for his morning bitters, the stock of liquor being exhausted. He was standing behind the bar, rubbing his hands and looking decidedly uncomfortable, when the aforesaid stranger entered. " Give me some whisky," said he. 100 Mason Long: " We haven't got any whisky this morning," drawled out the Deacon, rubbing his hands as before. " Well, give me some beer, then." "We haven't got any beer," again whim- pered the Deacon, in his usual sing-song style, still rubbing his hands. " Give me a cigar, then," was the next order. " We haven't got any cigars," said the Dea- con, as he rubbed his hands some more. "What in h have you got?" ejaculated the would-be customer, in disgust. " We have some real nice claret wine," replied the Deacon, as he took another rub at his hands. " D d if I'll make an ice cream freezer out of my stomach such a day as this," was the final remark of the gentleman, as he passed out the door. Claret, as the reader is aware, is a summer drink, and is as much out of place on a cold winter's day as ice cream or soda water. I arrived at the saloon shortly afterward, learned the situation, and concluded to stock up. I handed my able assistant ninety cents, and with that amount he visited the Fruit House, purchased a gallon of the " best Converted Gambler. 101 imported liquor," and when he returned we were again ready for business. The Deacon took care that the whisky should not spoil. About this time I made a desperate attempt to retrieve my failing fortunes. I sold off my billiard tables to citizens for their private resi- dences. I converted my establishment into a beer saloon, with waiter girls as attractions. This expedient revived business temporarily, but trade soon dropped off again. My institu- tion was more of a nuisance thai ever, for there are few greater pests in a city than these waiter-girl saloons. About this time some of my creditors became impatient with me, brought suits, and obtained judgments. Executions were issued against me, and one night at a late hour a constable entered my saloon for the purpose of making a levy. I was drunk, and was sitting at a beer table with a couple of boon companions, who were in the same condition. The constable was at least as drunk as I. When he served the execution I said I would lock up and give him the keys until the next morning, when I would raise the money and pay the judgment. He told me to keep open and sell, and he would stay and take the money, to be applied in pay- 102 Mason Long: merit. I consented, and resumed my seat at the table, anxiously waiting for some customers. Soon I noticed the officer behind the bar deal- ing out the whisky and cigars to himself, and a crowd of his dead-beat associates. Of course I protested, whereupon he took hold of some furniture and began moving it out. Upon this I seized him by the neck and produced consid- erable pressure upon his windpipe. He then took his departure, threatening to return shortly. I again seated myself with my two compan- ions, and in a little while the enraged officer returned, entering through the back door which I had forgotten to lock. He tried to read the warrant, but was too drunk to do so. I con- sented to accompany him, however, and started out of the door with him. As we were leaving my two pah showed their devotion to my cause by novel demonstrations, one of them giv- ing the constable a terrible kick in an exposed portion of his anatomy, and the other placing the lighted end of a cigar gently against his neck. He uttered an exclamation of pain and hurried me before a magistrate, v/here I was ordered to give fifty dollars bonds for my ap- pearance the next day, and being unable to do Converted Gambler. 103 so was committed to jail. I walked over with the constable and when we entered the building I dealt him a vigorous blow on the head, laying him flat upon the stone floor. The turnkey seized me and hustled me into a cell. There were two horse thieves in the next cell and a murderer just above. I undressed, laid down on my bunk, and soon fell into a drunken slumber. In a short time I was awakened, two friends having come over and secured my re- lease. Thus ended the only " half hour in jail" I ever passed. The next day I raised the wind, paid my fine, and in the evening re-opened my faro bank with only seventy-five dollars on hand. I made some small winnings, but, convinced that it was useless to attempt longer to stem the tide, I therefore "locked myself up," /. e., closed the saloon and disposed of it to the best advantage for the benefit of my creditors. The remnants of the establishment which had originally cost thirty-five hundred dollars, sold for only four hundred and twenty-five dollars, and that amount I handed over to my creditors. Then I was afloat again. The vice of intem- perance had kept growing 'upon me and I 104 Mason Long: was intoxicated most of the time. I opened a "gentlemen's poker room," but scarcely any one visited it, and I was generally too drunk to attend to it; I was "going down hill " more rapidly than ever, and every one was ready, as usual, to give me a kick. I partially recovered myself, however, and returned to my former rooms at No. 60 Calhoun, where I carried on my game with varying fortune, until my con- version, a little more than a year after. Then I bade farewell forever to the vice which had kept me a slave for so many years, broke the bonds which had held me so tightly, and found peace and happiness in believing. Uonverted Gamble. 105 CHAPTER VI. FOLLOWING THE TROTTERS "SIGHTS AND SCENES ON THE TDRF MAKE-SHIFTS OF A BROKEN GAMBLER- CANADA BILL'S CONFIDENCE OPERATIONS TRAVEL- ING ON "CHEEK" A FOURTEEN MONTHS' DEBAUCH ANOTHER HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE WITH DELIRIUM TREMENS. For eight years I made a practice of attend- ing the horse-races throughout the country. I "followed the trotters" from State to State, partly for the sake of gambling on the races and partly in order to participate in the large games which were in full blast during these meetings. I was thus engaged for the greater part of every season, and in the course of these tours passed through many adventures, such as are incident to the career of a gambler; some of them will perhaps be found of interest to the reader. My fortune in betting upon horses was al- most invariably poor. I never was able to "get into the ring," unless it was one intended for my especial benefit, in order to rob me. Once in a great while, however, I had a small sized "streak of luck" in this line. Among 106 Mason Long: the earliest meetings I attended was at Hunt tington, a number of years ago. Eight horses were entered in one of the races, two of them going in the pools as favorites and the others selling as a "field." I did not know a horse in the race, and concluded to buy the " field," which I did in a great many pools, on the night before the race. When I arrived on the grounds I discovered that all the horses had been withdrawn, save three, and I loudly pro- tested to the judges that they " couldn't make a field out of one old gray horse." But of course I was overruled, and the horses started. I tried to sell my pools for five dollars, but in vain, and held my tickets, as no one else would have them. In the first heat, however, one of the favorite horses was distanced for fear of a record. In the second the other was taken sick and drawn out, and this left the old gray to trot the race alone. I won a handsome amount, which I hastened to draw from the pool box ; afterward the pools were declared " off," and I was besieged for the money, which I gently but firmly declined to pay over, to the disappointment of those who had bought the "favorites." Some of them threatened to "bend my nose forme;" consulting the dl> Converted Gambler. 107 tates of prudence, I therefore hastened to town. That night I engaged in a game of poker with a stranger a keen, wary, quiet individual, with a deep, mysterious look in his small, piercing eyes who raked in all of my winnings on the race. I was cheating in the game but got beaten every time. I could not understand this, until I was informed that my adversary had a machine in his coat sleeve by means of which he played a " sure thing " game. The sports were anxious to examine it, and that evening we got the stranger engaged in an interesting game of billiards, at which he was an expert. The boys made some bets, and the stranger, getting warmed up, drew off his coat in order to play better ; wKile he was engrossed in the game, the boys purloined his coat, and took the machine out of the sleeve. When our new acquaintance discovered the trick which had been played upon him, he cried bitterly, saying he had studied three years to invent the con- trivance, by means of which he had victimized me so cleverly, but it had never worked suc- cessfully until that day. It was what we called a " sleeve hold-out," and that was the first time it was ever played on the Wabash, although it 108 Mason Long: afterward became very common. With my customary bad luck I was its first dupe. Frequently while attending the races, in In- diana towns, I dealt faro, which is a popular game with those who delight in the turf. Once while visiting a fair at Goshen, I opened a bank in the basement of the Violett House, having a cash capital of only three dollars. I took my chances of winning, and risky ones they were. No man who has never been " behind the box " can realize the feelings of one who opens a game with little or no capital and expects to be " broke " at every turn. On the evening in question I sold one hundred dollars worth of checks before pulling a card, and started out with losses of two hundred and fifty dollars ; at any moment the players were liable to pre- sent their checks, which I could not have redeemed, and if by this means they had dis- covered that they had been playing against nothing their wrath would have been terrible. I realized my situation, but continued deal- ing with plenty of nerve, just as if I had thousands of dollars behind my game. Filially the game took a turn, and in about an hour I was winner to the amount of three hundred and nhuty dollars. Then I was very anxious Converted Gambler. 109 to cease playing while I could redeem the checks and not expose myself, not knowing at what moment the run of luck would once more go against me. But it was early I could invent no excuse to offer so I kept on dealing until an incident occurred which put a summary stop to the proceedings, and released me from a very embarrassing position. A drunken man, passing along in front of the hotel, stumbled and fell through the window into the basement where we were playing, carrying sash and all with him in his sudden descent. Of course it produced a great confusion, and the cry of " Police ! " being raised, the boys rushed from the table, remov- ing a large scantling which had been placed against the door as a barrier, and making their escape in double quick time. I picked up money and kit and went to the office of the hotel, where I redeemed all my checks, and retired, about four hundred dollars ahead. Among those who played against me that night were a noted Chicago sport known as 44 Little Casino," and a notorious Toledo char- acter, Joe Bean, who had just won a prize fight at Cheyenne, and who I believe, would have murdered me if he had known that he 110 Mason Long: had played in all his pugilistic winnings against my three dollars. Dealing without capital, as I did that night, is grossly unpro- fessional, and no genuine sport would ever do it. I was " green " at the time, and had not learned my trade, or I would never have taken guch a risk. With these winnings in my pocket, I fol- lowed a trail to a room in the upper story of the hotel, where I was " braced " out of two hundred and fifty dollars. A " brace " game is, I may explain, one in which a man has no chance to win a bet unless the dealer breaks his finger, and that he never does. For several years I never failed to attend all the trotting meetings on the Indiana and Michigan circuits. Many times I visited the races at Jackson, where I alternately lost and won large sums at faro, but invariably came out behind on the horses. One day in 1872, when I was on the Jackson fair grounds, suffering from the effects of whisky and heat, I sustained a sunstroke, which laid me senseless on the ground. I was carried from the Park to the Union Hotel, where I remained unconscious for several days. I was then removed to Fort Wayne, and it was Converted Gambler. Ill some time before I recovered from the attack, which came very near cutting me off in the midst of my wicked career. The most memorable tour of the races I ever made was in 1876. This I shall always recol- lect as my " Centennial tour," and, as it was indeed full of incidents and adventures, and abounded in the ups and downs which charac- terize a gambler's life, I shall relate it some- what in detail, as a fair specimen of my general experience in " following the trotters." I began my Summer trip at Peru, Indiana, where I opened a faro bank with a " roll " of eight hundred dollars, which disappeared in forty-eight hours. Meeting a Fort Wayne acquaintance I borrowed twenty dollars, with which I visited a faro bank, played one deal, and drew out one hundred and twenty-five dollars. Hitherto I had usually bought the favorite in the pools, but had resolved to change my tactics this season, and buy the fields on all races, believing that was a sure way to win. I went to the Peru fair grounds and invested my one hundred and twenty-five dollars in field pools on a trotting race, against Monap-h, Jr., getting odds of five to one. I was cautioned by friends not to be o reckless, 112 Mason Long: as they said Monarch, Jr., was sure to win. But I adhered to my programme, and the favorite was almost distanced in the first heat. The field won, and after the race I drew six hundred and twenty-five dollars from the pool- box, less the auctioneer's percentage. A friend of mine, a lumber dealer, who had lost four hundred dollars on Monarch, Jr., reproached me for not letting him into my " sure thing," and scarcely believed me when I told him I had bought blindly. This was the first race that I had beaten in three years, and the sur- prise was a great one. I returned to Fort Wayne, where I remained over Sunday, and putting my room in charge of a couple of sports, told them I was off for a several months' tour. I then went to Jackson, where I lost every dollar I had, on faro the first morning before breakfast. I laid idle at Jack- son the remainder of the week, and when I left, my valise, well filled with clothing, remained at the hotel as security for the board bill. I worked my way to Saginaw as groom on the horse train, walked over to East Saginaw in the rain, and proceeded to the hotel. In the mean- time I had borrowed one dollar, and purchased a ninety-nine cent pasteboard valise, upon the Converted Gambler. 113 strength of which I expected to secure admis- sion to the hotel. In this, however, I was sadly disappointed ; as I entered the hotel, and ap- proached the desk, the landlord cast a glance at me, let his eyes rest for a second upon my baggage, threw up his hands, and ejaculated : " We're all full." This cool reception was a decided surprise to me, but when I gazed upon my pasteboard satchel, it was easily explained ; it had been melted down by the rain, and the sole contents one pair of badly soiled hose were plainly exposed to view. The situation was an awkward one, and without a word I hurried away, leaving my valise behind, amidst roars of laughter from the crowd who filled the office. I succeeded in obtaining quarters at another hotel, raised a small stake, and in a short time had won five hundred and fifty dollars at faro. From Saginaw I went to Detroit, thence to Toledo, and next to Cleveland, where I wit- nessed the great race between Goldsmith Maid and Smuggler, which was won by the latter. It is said Budd Doble lost five thousand dollars on that match; it is, therefore, not strange that Mrs. Doble fainted in ths private box of H 5* Mason Long: the amphitheatre, when Smuggler passed under the wire leading the brave little mare. The next place I visited was Buffalo. Since leaving home I had made several winnings, but upon departing from Buffalo my cash capital had diminished to six dollars. In company with an old friend. Joe Hull, of Toledo, I went to Niagara Falls to spend the Sabbath. We registered at the Cataract House, and proceed- ed to visit Goat Island and the other points of interest. This exhausted our funds and we returned to the hotel in a p%nniless condition. I had obtained my valise from Jackson, and by means of a clever stratagem we got it out of the Cataract House, and boarded the train for Rochester. Hull obtained passage by means of his remarkable cheek, while I was carried on the strength of a letter " To all Passenger Con- ductors," indorsing me as an old railroad man. This letter was written for me by a notorious safe-blower, and by its aid I traveled hundreds of miles on Eastern railroads. I never learned the price of board per day at the Cataract House. Arriving at Rochester, I borrowed five dol- lars, which was promptly invested in cocktails. While in that city I was " staked," and macb Converted Gambler. 115 a winning of three hundred and twenty-five dollars on faro. I went on a terrible spree during which time my money was taken from me for safe keeping and left for Utica, but was so " tired " that I could not be awakened at that point, and was therefore carried through to Albany. Arriving at the latter place I found myself in my stocking-feet, without funds, my valise gone, and one shoe in one car and one in another, with an empty whisky bottle in each. With much difficulty I gathered myself together, left the train, and entered the eating house, where I got into conversation with a pleasant old gentleman, who talked to me kindly, and gave me some seasonable warnings against gam- blers and three-card-monte men. I wondered how they could take any advantage of me in my impecunious condition, and hastily ate my breakfast, and in passing from the hall was ac- costed by a clerk, who demanded a dollar for the meal ; pointing to the old gentleman, I said, " Father will settle that," and hurried away. I have often wondered how " dad " got out. I went back to Utica, and remained there several days ; soon after my arrival I got drunk, and my prolonged dissipation and exposure led 116 Mason Long: to an attack of illness, which, though brief, was very severe. During my stay in Utica I was so " light," financially, that I was unable most of the time to attend the races. The city was crowded with people, and there was much gambling and robbing going on. The confidence men and monte players were in clover, and counted their gains by the thou- sands. Among them was the most notorious and successful thief who ever operated in this country, " Canada Bill," whose name is familiar to every newspaper reader. He had rented for the week, at an exorbitant figure, a saloon on one of the principal streets of the city. Here he made his headquarters, and he had scores of "ropers " and " decoy ducks " on the streets, in the saloons, at the track, and, in fact, every where capturing "suckers." To these "cap- pers" he paid fifty per cent, of the amount realized from the "bloaks" they biought in. At the rear of the saloon there was a little room, carefully guarded, in which the robberies were committed. Only one party was allowed in this place at one time, so that the game might not be exposed to prospective dupes. On the afternoon of the great races at Utica, Converted Gambler. 117 a well-known Fort Wayne sport, whom I will call " Dan," and myself, found ourselves with- out sufficient means to attend. Our cash was limited to a small supply of "shinnies," and we concluded to pass away the time in playing dominoes for the beer. While thus engaged, an elderly, well dressed, intelligent looking gentleman entered the saloon and called for a glass of beer. He watched us play for a moment, and asked us to join him in his refreshments, which, it is needless to say, we promptly did. We drank two or three times together, and, getting into conversation, we learned that the stranger was a leading attor- ney from Albany, who was in Utica trying an important canal case. The old gentleman, being somewhat overcome with the heat, step- ped into a barber-shop near bj and asked per- mission to sit in one of the chairs and cool himself off until the arrival of a customer. He sat down and soon fell asleep. I suggested to " Dan " that if we took him to Canada Bill's place, he might drop some money, and we would thus make a raise, " Dan " scouted the idea, saying he was too smart a man to be caught on three-card monte. But I thought not, and we determined at all events to make the effort. 118 M Weil, among twenty-five hundred guests we can afford to have one gentleman," said he as he marked my bill paid. 4i When do you leave," continued he. 44 When do you want me to leave ?" asked I. " Just as soon as you conveniently can," was I 130 Mason Long: the polite answer, and I was one of the passen- gers on the next train for the West. I traveled on the railroad letter before re^ ferred to. Only once did I have any difficulty with a conductor; that was between Syracuse and Buffalo. He looked at my letter and said, "all right, get off," when I rose to go, sorrow- fully remarking : 44 Is it possible that I have been a slave to railroad corporations all my life only to be treated in this way at last ! " This touched the conductor's heart and he carried me to Buffalo, where I arrived with eighty cents on hand. I had then been absent from home fourteen weeks, which had been passed in the most reckless dissipation. I had abused myself in every way, had deprived myself of food and sleep, and lived on whisky for days at a time. I now began to feel the inevitable effects of this course, and at Cleveland I found myself suffering from delirium, the horrors of which no pen can adequately portray. I imagined myself pursued by a vast drove of cattle, which swarmed about me, and followed me wherever 1 went ; they were continually on my trail, and by no efforts of the will could I avoid the dread Converted Gambler. 131 apparition. I crossed the street, only to find them there before me ; I turned a corner only to see them coming toward me. I treaded on my tip-toes, trying to steal away from them, but it was useless ; I fully realized my terrible condition, and, fearing that I was about to die, I took the train for home. When I entered the cars, the herd of steers went in the door with me ; when I looked out the window there they were, keeping pace with the train, and increased an hundred fold ; waking or sleeping, they were ever before me. When I reached Fort Wayne, I thought to avoid them by hurriedly leaving the train, and going stealthily and quietly to my room, but I had taken only a few steps, when the entire herd, that had followed me from Cleveland, seemed to have concentrated into one huge ox, with piercing eyes and swell- ing nostrils, and a great horn in front. This prodigious animal, which stood ever in my path, seemed coming toward me, and I stepped into the gutter to avoid him. There he was, also, and, in my despair, I reached forth to seize him by the horn, but he eluded my grasp. I passed several nights, which were filled with the most fearful horrors, at my room. So ungovernable was I in my terrible suffering, 132 Mason Long: that I could induce no one to sleep with me through an entire night. Those dreadful cat- tle were still with me ; waking or sleeping, they were ever before my eyes. In the vain hope of relief, I left the city, and went to Waterloo, where I remained several days and nights, undergoing the most severe physical and men- tal torment. In my room was a nail head pro- truding from the wall, which, when I reclined upon the bed, appeared, to my distorted vision, in all kinds of grotesque and horrid shapes. It assumed the outlines of a wild animal, seeming about to plunge at me and tear me to pieces, then it resumed its natural form, and seemed to swell to the size of half a bushel ; and, anon, it took some other strange and forbidding aspect. I left my bed, perhaps, a score of times that night to feel of this nail head, in the endeavor to convince myself that it was not what it seemed to be ; but it was useless. Very slowly I recovered from the effects of my terrible debauch, and from my severe and prolonged attack of delirium tremens., which had well-nigh proved fatal. Strange to say, the fearful warning I received had but little effect upon me. For a time, I was compara- tively temperate, but before long I was again Converted Gambler. 135 indulging the degraded appetite, which had so long held me in its power. In 1877, 1 visited the races at Grand Rapids, Jackson, Detroit, Cleveland, and other points. I reached Detroit in company with a seedy looking gang of sports, and we all registered at the Gaffnet House ; I was then in funds, and paid five dollars, in advance, for board. The most of my companions, however, were penni- less, and the landlord, whose name the hotel bore, took one look at them, went up stairs, and died. It was said that he died of apoplexy, but I always imagined that the shabby appear- ance of his new guests was the main cause of his sudden taking off. The races proved a failure on account of the restrictions placed upon gambling, and the sports failed to make a raise. Upon the day of Mr. Gaffnet's funeral they followed his remains out of the hotel, valises in hand, being the prin- cipal mourners, and taking the first boat, hastily crossed into Canada. I also went into Her Majesty's dominions, and passed a few days with a congenial party, at a small place called Brandenburg, where we indulged freely in white wheat whisky. I then proceeded to Cleveland, and feeling the premonitory symp- 136 Mason Long: toms of delirium, I sobered up, and swore a solemn oath to drink no more. But, notwith- standing this vow, in less than twenty-four hours after my arrival in Cleveland, I was beastly drunk. I made a winning of one hun- dred and twenty-five dollars, and remained there two weeks, waiting for the races, during which time I drank freely. When I arrived home, in August, 1877, 1 was exhausted, penni- less, discouraged, and again on the verge of delirium tremens. That was my last experience in "following the trotters." Converted Gambler. 13? CHAPTER VII. THE VARIOUS PHASES OF GAMBLING-GOOD AND BAD QUAL- ITIES OF THE GENUINE SPORTING MAN-PREVALENCE OF THE VICE AMONG BUSINESS MEN THE MISERY AND RUIN IT CADSES A FEW WORDS TO THE SPORTING FRATERNITY. My fifteen years experience as a gambler gave me, I think, a pretty thorough knowledge of sporting men, and a clear insight into their characters, habits, and modes of life. The world at large really knows very little about the men who gain a livelihood by " bucking the tiger," and a few words concerning them will not, I fancy, prove either uninteresting or superfluous. Gambling is, I have somewhere said, a trade which can only be mastered by careful study, long practice, and keen observation. In this, as in everything else, experience is the best, if at the same time the dearest, teacher. The young gambler finds no one to instruct him in the mysteries of the calling which he has chosen. He learns his lessons one by one, as I learned mine, at the cost of many severe losses; 6* 138 Mason Long: and however long he may follow the seductive but evil pursuit which he has embraced, he will never be able to truthfully say that he understands it thoroughly. Let me present, for the entertainment of the reader, a picture of the typical gambler. He finds, upon entering the fraternity, that it has its own code of morals, to which he must adhere rigorously, if he would enjoy the respect and confidence of the members. Sporting men are, in a certain sense, detached from the out- side world. They follow i vocation which the public very properly holds to be immoral, and which the laws of all civilized States forbid, but which, by its professors, is believed to be entirely legitimate and honorable. They demand of each other a strict adherence to a certain standard, which, however false and pernicious it may be, is by them regarded as an infallible test of manhood and decency. A gambler, to be successful, and well regarded by his asso- ciates, must be possessed of iron nerve ; must accept the successes and reverses of fortune with equal imperturbability ; must be generous and extravagant to an excessive degree ; and must above all, keep his word beyond suspicion. These requirements are imperative, and the Converted Gambler. 139 so-called gambler who fails to comply with them is without standing or influence among his fellows. A miser, a liar, and a man without nerve and grit, who " kicks " at every reverse of fortune, is but poorly regarded among sport- ing men, and is treated by them with the utmost coldness and indifference. There are perhaps other essentials in the character of a successful and popular gambler, but the ones I have named are the most impor- tant. This will be the testimony of every man who knows anything whatever of the subject. The gambler who has no nerve is a pro- nounced failure from the beginning. He will never accomplish anything, and might as well recognize it from the start. The experienced sporting man will sit down at the table and win or lose thousands of dollars without changing expression or uttering a single exclamation. The very heaviest games those in which large fortunes are risked upon the turn of a card, and in which men are enriched or beggared in a single evening are conducted with the utmost decorum and amidst the most profound silence. A man enters the room, seats himself at a table, and mayhap places all his worldly wealth upon a card. The turn is made ; he 140 Mason loses, and withdraws from the game as quietly, and apparently as unconcerned, as if he had been but. a disinterested spectator. Again, he lays down an insignificant sum, and rises in a short time the possessor of thou- sands ; his demeanor is as impassive, his countenance as imperturbable, as before. The gambler, however deeply he may feel his loss, or however much elated he may be with his winning, must not in any way give vent to his emotions in a gaming room, or he will speedily lose caste and be pronounced a " dogan." This so-called nerve leads to a certain reck- lessness or foolhardiness, which always charac- terizes a genuine sporting man. I have already illustrated this quality by several marked instances, among them that of the men who played with such coolness and passiveness while on the skirmish line, with bullets whist- ling past their ears, and occasionally killing or wounding a comrade ; and also that of the indomitable players who, with an adjoining building in flames, and terrific explosions taking place in their immediate vicinity, sat at the faro table with as much calmness as they would eat their dinner. Of course such instances are, in a large degree, to be attributed Converted Gambler. 141 to the terrible fascination which gaming has for its votaries, of the strength of which no one who has not fallen within its power can form the most feeble conception ; but it is also par- ticularly to be ascribed to the quality of nerve which is so characteristic of a genuine sport, and which his avocation naturally inspires. The recklessness which makes a gambler " lose his pile " without whimpering, or coolly "buck the tiger" in a burning building, also makes him improvident, careless of the future, and lavishly extravagant with his money, when he has any. There is no class of men in the world who spend money so freely and so fool- ishly as sporting men. They stop at the most expensive hotels ; travel in the most princely style ; wear the finest clothing and most valua- ble jewelry; drive the fastest horses ; smoke the most costly cigars, and drink the rarest of wines. There is no luxury which a gambler will not enjoy, if he has, or can get, the money to pay for it. He will spend his last dollar for a superfluous article as freely and thoughtlessly as if he had a million of them in bank ; and his motto seems to be, "Eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow ye die.'* The gambler becomes a spendthrift, not only 14:2 Mason Long: from inclination, but also because of the habits of those with whom he associates, and because they demand that he should be. It matters not how saving or frugal he may naturally be, he must squander his money recklessly, or his rep- utation will fall below par. Therefore, in order to get the name, he will spend his money in a silly way and in the most ostentatious man- ner, however hard it may be for him to do. In order to maintain his reputation, the av- erage sport will do many extremely silly things. I remember pawning my overcoat in the dead of winter for less than one-third of its value, and out of the proceeds paying one dollar and fifty cents for a dinner, and topping off with a twenty-five cent cigar. The sport thinks noth- ing of spending several dollars over a bar " treating " a crowd, in order to "keep up his 'rep.' "when he has to step out shortly afterward and borrow a few cents with which to buy a beefsteak for his family that is, if they get any, which is very doubtful. In cities where there is much gambling and many sports, retail trade is always brisk, in many departments. The gamesters scatter their money luvishly about, and their patron- age puts thousands of dollars into the pockets Converted Gambler. 143 of tradesmen. Among the institutions which invariably flourish where gamblers abound, are saloons and pawnbroker shops. Of course they are liberal patrons of the former, and a very large proportion of their winnings finds its way over the bar. Of the pawnbroker's shops, they are regular customers, and in them they are fleeced most unmercifully. They rarely obtain one-third the value of the article which they pledge. In a majority of instances, they are unable to redeem them at the specified time, and thus for a small sum, they lose a watch or a diamond which cost them a handsome amount. Even if they make redemption, they have to pay from one hundred to one hundred and twenty per cent, interest, and in either case they are thoroughly " done for." A large majority of sporting men, although apparently callous and hardened, are, in truth, kind hearted and charitable to a remarkable degree. They rarely refuse to extend relief in a case of distress, if they have any means, and I have seen many sports give up their last dol- lar to help some poor unfortunate person out of difficulty. They are also liberal donors to benevolent and charitable institutions. I my- self, when in the midst of n.y depraved career. 144 Mason Long: have given goodly sums to churches which 1 never expected to enter, and a great many of my associates did likewise. I do not ascribe these acts altogether to goodness of heart. They are performed from a variety of motives. The gambler being careless of money, is apt to give it away as freely as he would expend it for some superfluous article. He frequently contributes to benevolent objects in order to gain friends and acquaintances among busi- ness men, some of whom he hopes may visit his establishment. These investments, may, he hopes, tend to remove the prejudice existing against him and his calling, and save him from prosecution. Sometimes I think these acts are performed as a kind of conscience offering, and that the sporting man believes such deeds may atone in some way for his wicked life. There is a certain code of honor so-called which prevails among the gambling fraternity, and to which every member must adhere, under penalty of losing his popularity and standing. This code is based upon a false standard, and I couldn't recommend it to so- ciety or the world at large, but such as it is, it is strictly observed by every man who is recog- nized as a genuine sport. It requires the most Converted Gambler. 145 rigid adherence to one's word in every instance. All a gambler has to rely upon is his word, and when he becomes known as a liar or a betrayer of confidence, he is regarded, not as a gambler, but as a common thief. Wherever he may go, he will find that his reputation has preceded him. He is a " marked man '' and will obtain no recognition or confidence at the hands of professionals. I can truthfully say, after all my experience among this class of people, that I would as readily take the word of a regular sporting man on a business transaction as that of any person in the community. I know men in this business who stand so well that they receive a salary of twenty to forty dollars per day, and are trusted with the possession of many thousand of dollars. The gambler looks upon his occupation as perfectly legitimate, and believes it is con- ducted as honorably as are most branches of business which the law recognizes. There is some truth in this theory. I believe there is as much gambling done in our boards of trade and produce exchanges as at faro banks and poker rooms, and I fail to see the distinction between betting on the price of corn or on the turn of a card. That one is wrong, does not, however, 146 Mason Lony : excuse the other. I believe that neither is right, and that Christian people should con- demn them both. Gamblers regard it as perfectly legitimate to take advantage of each other at play in any pos- sible way, unless it involves a betrayal of confi- dence. This is held to be a part of the trade, and the sports believe that no man has any business to play unless he has mastered his trade. This is the work of a lifetime, and the veterans in the craft not infrequently find themselves beaten by schemes and devices which are intended for amateurs. This being the case, it can readily be seen that the busi- ness man, or the occasional player, has a poor chance to win in the majority of games. If I were to advise this class of men to play at all, I would say: Enter some game with the most thorough and skillful gamblers men who know enough to protect themselves and the chances are that the game will be on the square, and that you will stand an even chance of winning if you use the necessary amount of judgment. There are plenty of such games played, but the difficulty for amateurs is to know where they are to be found. I have, I think, done full justice to the char- Converted Gatnbler. 147 acter of the true sporting man. I have given due weight to the good qualities by which he is usually characterized, and which are not properly appreciated by the world at large. The reason for this is, that there are many men who claim to be sports when they have no right to the appellation. The public classes gamblers in the same cate- gory as thieves and murderers, .principally because so many of the riff-raff and scum of humanity advertise themselves as sporting men. They do this mainly in order to shield them- selves from the penalties of the law, which would otherwise be visited upon them ; and by their actions they compel gamblers to bear a greater weight of odium than is their due. These fellows, in many instances, have started out as gamblers, but by reason of their dishon- esty, falsehood, and betrayals of confidence, have been dropped from the ranks and become ordinary thieves and loafers. They -hang around gambling rooms as much as possible, and are always ready to do anything low or mean. They rarely have money enough to sit in a gambler's game, and when they do are easily beaten. They give their word when they know they can not keep it good ; they " rope in" 148 Mason Long: business men and strangers, and for a small sum profess to give them " points," which fre- quently makes them suspicious, and drives them from the room. They finally become "crabbers/* that is, men who steal a stake from the table when the owner's back is turned, and who would not hesitate to pick a pocket, or commit any crime whatever. These fellows claim to be gamblers, and are so classed by the press and the public, and the genuine sports are held responsible for their shortcomings. Truth compels me to say that there are a hun- dred of this class of men in the country where there are ten true sports ; that the proportion is increasing every year, and that the business of gambling is becoming more and more de- graded, and rapidly being shorn of its few redeeming features. These thieves are ruining the sport at horse races, as well as at the gaming rooms, nd through their conduct the sporting profession is becoming more disrepu- table than ever. Probably few of my readers have any idea how many business men are addicted to gam- bling. The heads of large mercantile houses, the jobber, the merchant, the importer, and the banker, as well as the small tradesman, and the C&nverted Gambler. 14:0 employ&, are frequently to be found sitting around the gaming table. Gamblers use their utmost efforts to secure visits from this class of men ; for sports realize that they can not earn a living from each other, but that they must draw from producers, and those who amass money by legitimate means. It is scarcely necessary to say that, with hardly an exception, the busi- ness man gets the worst of it, in ** bucking the tiger." I can truthfully, say that in all my experience, I never have known one of this class who was not worse off, by reason of play- ing, while I have known scores of them to be ruined financially, morally, and physically, by an indulgence of their gambling propensities. It is obvious that such should be the case. When men who devote their whole time and atten- tion to sporting can not master its details, how can the man do so who plays in his leisure hours for amusement? It is singular to me that men of fine business capacity, sound judg- ment, good common sense, high social stand- ing, and frequently, 1 regret to say, of religious professions, will allow themselves to be so deeply fascinated by the allurements of the card table, tb.at they will sacrifice time, money, 150 Mason l^ong: health, position, character, everything, to its never-ceasing demands. I can look back to the year 1865, and recall many men who were then in prosperous circum- stances, doing a lucrative business, occupying a fine social position, who have since gone to their ruin by reason of gambling. Many once happy and comfortable families have been reduced to want and beggary, because he who should have made provision for them, has sac- rificed their future welfare, as well as his own position and prospects, to his insane and sense- less passion for the card table. The business man who seeks the gaming room for recreation, often falls into the hands of the class of thieves to whom I have referred, and who undertake to post him for a " consid- eration." After a course of instruction the amateur imagines that he knows all the mys- teries of far and poker; but a few heavy los- ings convince' him to the contrary. He attempts to recover what he has sacrificed, and in so doing he loses what he has left. He is speedily reduced from affluence to poverty, and from poverty to absolute want and beggary. In the meantime, he has neglected his business, lost his trade, allowed his notes to be protested, Coiwerted Gambler. 161 his creditors have closed him up, his name figures in the bankruptcy lists, and his friends ascribe his failure to "hard times" and "scar- city of money." Reduced to this point, he hovers around the place which has proved his ruin, and vainly endeavors to retrieve his for- tune, where he has wasted it. His late hours, evil associates, and reverses, lead him to drink- ing. He descends the ladder, step by step, loses the friends of former years, becomes an outcast, and a vagrant, and finally dies a drunkard, and fills a pauper's grave. This is no fancy sketch ; I have known many such cases as the above, and they are more numerous than the public imagines. I believe more business failures result from gambling, than from any other one cause, and I hold that the business man who plays, expecting to win in the long run, is an idiot who should be sent to an asylum. The experiences of those who have trod this path, and observation of the sad examples all about him, arising from play, not to speak of the dictates of good common sense, should teach him that gambling can result in nothing but loss and disappointment and ulti- mately, if persisted i i, complete and irretriev- able ruiTT, lo'2 Mason Lorn/: But if it is folly for a business or professional man to gamble, it is equally so for any person to adopt sporting as a means of gaining a liveli- hood. The life of a gambler is a hard one. I know it has a kind of fascination for thought- less ana reckless young men who desire to live without work, to enjoy a career of " pleasure," and to "see the world," but they will find in due time that there is no genuine pleasure con- nected with a sporting life. The gambler is really a hard worker. He lives in defiance, not only of human, but also of divine laws. He violates, in his daily life, the precepts of nature, which all mankind should follow. He reverses the established order and turns his nights into days, and his days into nights. When more favored men are passing the evenings at their happy homes with their wives and little ones, or in social pleasures or literary pursuits, the gambler sits in his heated room, un- der the blazing gas jet, breathing a foul and pol- luted atmosphere, hearing occasionally a ribald jest or a blasphemous expression, his nerves strained to their utmost tension, despite the unchanging expression of his countenance, and his whole nature, moral, mental, and physical, tainted by his evil surroundings. And after Converted GaiubUr. 16 'S the world has gone to rest, and tired humanity is seeking " nature's sweet restorer, sleep," the gambler is still at his table, dealing his cards with the steady monotony of a machine, his head throbbing, his eyelids heavy, his body fe- verish, his strength exhausted. And at last, when the first streaks of dawn are seen upon the eastern horizon, and the pale, dim light of early moring heralds the approach of day, he goes to his couch and seeks rest at a time when all about him are awakening from their slumbers. Call you this pleasure ? I call it hardship and misery. I solemnly affirm that in all the years of my fiporting life, I never enjoyed one mo- ment of real, genuine happiness. I would not exchange one hour of my existence since my conversion, for all the years of my sinful life. The gambler varies the monotony of his life with riotous excesses and extravagant indul- gence. His amusements, like his business, are degrading morally and injurious physically. His varying fortunes render his life a feverish and unsatisfactory one. He is ostracized from society, debarred from the enjoyments of do- mestic pleasures, and incapacitated for literary entertainment. He wears out his existence in a few years, undermines his constitution by ex- 154 Mason Lvng: posure and dissipation, ia shabbily treated by the goddess of fortune whom he has wooed so long, and dies a pauper in the prime of life. But one gambler in a hundred lives to old age ; and not one in a hundred dies the possessor of any property. The career which to many looks so inviting, ends at last in shame and penury, and the " man of pleasure," falsely so called, is only a creature of misery and sorrow. Where are the gamblers who flourished ten or twelve years ago, during the flush times ? I can recall the names of many who, since that time, have gone over the precipice ; dying in beggary, without a thought or hope for the future. Kind-hearted, genial, whole-souled Tim McCarthy, the champion billiardist of In- diana, won thousands of dollars at his keno bank, and other games, and squandered it all in dissipation, and after a few years of reckless drinking, stood up before a mirror in a Chicago saloon, and in a fit of despair blew out his brains. Billy Grunauer, ten years ago, was the leading sporting man of Northern In- diana. He dressed in the extreme of fashion, wore the costliest clothing, and the rarest dia- monds, smoked imported cigars, drank she most expe'inve wines, and drove a thousand Cojiverted Gambler. 155 dollar team. But this could iiot last, and poor Billy was borne to his grave a few months ago from the St. Joseph's hospital, where he had been suffering from a hopeless disease for months. For several years before his death he had been a sorrowful object in our midst ; broken in health, downcast in spirits, and without a penny out of all the thousands he had won at gaming, he saw his end rapidly approaching without any care for his future state, or any hope of happiness beyond the grave. The last time he was on the streets he took dinner with me, and I asked him " if he ever thought of his eternal state ? " ** Yes," said he, " I guess they will come three-a-side over there ; I have tried it here a long time, but it won't work." He referred, in his expression, to his favorite system of playing the bank. In a few days he died, and but for the kindness of relatives his burial would have been that of a pauper. I could name many other men who have been regarded as prosperous and successful gamblers, who died penniless and friendless. Captain Phillips, of ToV-i'j, whr> played poker for thirty years, and wlioso winning j ou the game 156 Masrm Long: gated a vast sum, died in Lima, Ohio, without enough to bury him. Joe Bean, of Toledo, the prize fighter and gambler, died in early manhood under similar circumstances, and I might enu- merate such instances indefinitely. I have never known a sporting man to die rich, and the most of them have passed away without leaving enough assets to pay their funeral expenses. Even John Morrisey, who handled millions of dollars, and conducted the largest games in the world, died insolvent ; and when he failed, who can hope to succeed ? It does not pay to be a gambler. The life is a hard one, but the death is still harder. The years of the gambler are few and they are not happy ones. I can conceive of no inducement for a man to enter this occupation. Sporting men are drones; what the world wants is workers. There are too many men who want to live without labor. Gaming no longer offers the attractions that it once did. There is less money in the country than there was ten years ago, but the ranks of the gamblers are over- crowded. The most of them can not make a iiving unless they steal, and hence it is that the fraternity is becoming more corrupt and degraded every year. The times have changed Converted Gambler. 157 and we must change with them. The man who seeks to live off the earnings of others is an enemy to society and must be treated as such. I earnestly advise every sporting man who reads these pages, to give up his nefarious business, pull up his sleeves and go to work as I have done. It is no disgrace to work ; it is credita- ble and honorable. If they don't do so, the State will finally take steps to compel them ; it is only a question of time. The large number of sporting men now in the country are a burden to society, which will and must be thrown off. I speak these words frankly and soberly, but in all kindness. I realize, as I never did before, the sinfulness of this vice, and the wrong which a man does himself, his fellow man, and his God by wasting his existence in its practice. I can see that its inevitable end is a miserable death, amidst poverty and despair, and a future of suffering and remorse. I shudder when I think of the fate I have so narrowly escaped. I would that my words could reach every sport- ing man in America, and that they could be led to comprehend the folly, wickedness, and unprofitableness of the careers they are leading. 158 CHAPTER VIII. HOW I BECAME A CONVERT TO THE MtTRPHT CAUSE-SIGN- ING THE PLEDGE STRUGGLES WITH THE DEMON AL- COHOLFINAL TRIUMPH OVER THE RUM DEVIL In the latter part of July, 1877, I arrived home, after a tour of the races, in a de- plorable condition. I had lost all of my money and was suffering from the effects of a pro- longed spree. My personal debts amounted to at least fifteen hundred dollars, and I had no means of paying any portion of them. Upon my return I found my game had run down very badly, and the outlook was certainly a discour- aging one. The " boys " failed to visit my rooms as was their wont, and when I inquired the reason, they replied, " O, we go to the Rink every evening ; all the fun is over there now." I knew there was a temperance movement in progress in Fort Wayne, but had not realized wnat proportions it had assumed.. Night after night my rooms were deserted and it was im- possible to get up a game. Finally I concluded to attend o:.e of the meetings, partly tr ^ratify Converted Gambler. 159 some of my old associates, but principally from curiosity. The Rink holds sixteen hundred people, and when I entered it, I found, greatly to my surprise, that it was crowded to its ut- most capacity. I remained until the close of the meeting and in spite of myself was greatly interested in the proceedings. At the conclu- sion of the exercises I returned to my room in a thoughtful mood. I found a few "regulars'* gathered there. I said, "It's no wonder that we have no game any more, everybody is at the Rink. If this thing keeps on I don't know what will become of us." "Neither do I," spoke up a saloon keeper, who seemed greatly depressed at the outlook. "I am not doing one-third of the business I did a year ago. If the Murphy s don't stop pretty soon, I for one shall be ruined." I thought seriously ever the situation and finally came to the conclusion that perhaps the movement would help the gambling business. I reasoned that if men stopped drinking they would have more money to gamble with, al- though the experience I was having with my game did not sustain the argument. I failed then to realize that the two vices go together and lead to one another ; that the gambler is 160 J/as&rt Long: almost invariably a drinker, and the drinker very frequently a gambler. A man who is addicted to drinking is almost certain to get to playing, and he who gambles will, sooner or later, be- come a drunkard. The next evening my room was again empty, and impelled by some power I did not compre- hend, but could not resist, I again joined the crowd, and wended my way to the " Old Ark," as the Rink was called. I found another large meeting in progress, although this was the fifth week of the series. The greatest enthu- siasm prevailed, and almost everybody in the house looked cheerful and happy. The gentle- man who conducted the meeting spoke in a very encouraging strain of the results. " Dur- ing the past week," he said, " twelve hundred persons have signed the pledge and donned the blue ribbon, making thirty-five hundred sign- ers in all since we began our campaign." This opened my eyes still wider, and again I found myself inquiring, " What will the result be ? " Every night my room was empty and my game closed, and I drifted into the meetings at the Rink. The movement was being conducted by Rusk and Reddick, two energetic young workers from Pittsburgh, and they had already Gorwerted Gambler. 161 been the agents, under God, of reclaiming many of the most dissipated men in the city from lives of intemperance and debauchery. My frequent attendance upon the meetings had attracted much attention, and my motives were generally discussed among the temper- ance people. One night Mr. Rusk addressed me, saying: "I want you to sign the pledge." To say that I was amazed, but feebly describes my feelings I was dumbfounded. I looked at him closely, for I had a curiosity to see any man who had the effrontery to ask me to sign a tem- perance pledge. I made fun of him, and re- marked that if the government had sent me out after pirates I would have "tackled him the first man." He laughed, taking my abuse in the best of humor. Finally, he asked my business. " Business? Well, you just make your col- lection and go with me to my room, and if I can beat aces up for you you'll know what my business is." At this Mr. Rusk smiled, and said " I've been there, my boy. I've gambled and know all about it, as well as many other vices. If you L 7* 762 . Mason Long: don't give it up you'll find out in the long run that there is no money in it.*' I laughed and continued to chaff him, when he left me, saying, "I'll see you again." He did see me again; every time I met him he chatted with me in a pleasant, good-natured way, and I soon learned to like him. Finally I invited him to my rooms, and he accepted. He found them gorgeously furnished, witli hand- some Brussels carpet, elegant sideboards, and all of the appurtenances of a first-class " gam- bling hell." Mr. Rusk did not play with me, but he evidently understood the business, and used his knowledge to good advantage in his argument with me. He asked me if I would not be a much more successful gambler if I did not drink, and if I had not lost hundreds, perhaps thousands, of dollars because of my fondness for liquor. Of course I had, and I frankly ad- mitted it; I had just returned from a prolonged spree, having wasted large winnings in drink. I related a number of my experiences, and Mr. Rusk said his had been similar, although on a smaller scale. We both agreed that if I were to stop drinking, I would prosper and make plenty of money. It was evident that Mr. Rusk understood my Converted Gambler. 163 ,-ase perfectly. He did not try to force me to sign the pledge against my will, but be contin- ued to meet me every day and exchange a few words with me. He frequently referred to the mistakes of his past life, all of which had a per* sonal application I could not fail to make. 1 told him " his life had been something like mine, but that I had drifted farther out into the cur- rent than he, and that it would be useless for me to sign the pledge, because it would be im- possible for me to keep it." I added that " to take the pledge and then dishonor it would be ten times worse than never to sign it at all."' He agreed with me in this, and said he could not respect a man who "signed for fun," not intending to keep his word ; he was sure, how- ever, I could take the pledge and keep it, and he urged me to come forward at the next meet- ing, take a bold stand, and don the blue ribbon ; he had no doubt that I would honor the pledge if I signed it. Again I refused ; I told him that I would not attempt an impossibility ; I couldn't stop drinking, and wouldn't try. He left me, for the first time appearing discouraged. The next meeting, however, found me present, as usual. I went with a friend of mine, Mr. Charles Reed, a young man whom I respected for 164 Mason Long: his good habits ; although he never drank or gambled, he had joined the "Murphys," and urged me to do likewise. I told him as I told Mr. Rusk, that it was no use, I could not give up drink. That evening the signers came thick and fast, and the enthusiasm was unbounded. After the exercises were over, we remained while the noble workers solicited signatures, and urged the poor inebriates to emancipate themselves from their slavery. For some rea- son I couldn't leave, and soon I found myself surrounded by a bevy of ladies. This was evi- dently a piece of strategy on the part of Mr. Reed, for I noticed him standing at a distance, greatly amused at my predicament. The ladies made a combined assault upon me, and insisted upon my signing the pledge. I repeated to them what I had said to so many others, that I could not keep it ; one of them said I must sign it if I had to stay all night ; I told her that if I did as she asked I would certainly dishonor the pledge, and that I was determined not to do. Meanwhile the crowd about me was getting larger all the time, and I noticed I was becom- ing the cynosure of all eyes. My situation was novel and embarrassing, and I began to think of some method of escape. I had seen three Converted Gambler. 165 years of hard service in the army, and had been through many battles, but this seemed to me the most trying engagement of my life. I had determined not to surrender, but to beat a mas- terly retreat, and inwardly resolved that if I ever got out of the Rink I would never enter it again until the meetings commenced. But the ladies had resolved to capture me for the Mur- phy army, and would not take " no" for an an- swer ; they entreated me to embrace the good cause, and plied me with arguments which were well nigh irresistible. My position was becom- ing momentarily more desperate, and as a final resource, I said : " Ladies, let me go to-night, and I promise by all that is good and holy that I will come back to-morrow night and sign the pledge, and I will live up to it." But the ladies didn't believe me, and really they had no reason to ; I had no intention of keeping my promise, my only idea being to get out of the Rink ; my firm determination was never to at- tend another Murphy meeting. The ladies didn't want to take my promise, but a little lady who was in the group spoke up and said, in her childish way, '* Let him go, Mamma, he is speaking the truth ; he will come back to- morrow night and sign the pledge. You will. 166 Mason Long: won't you ? " added the little one, appealing to me. " Of course I will,'* said I, seeing at last a chance of escape. The girl's simple faith in my word outweighed the doubts of the ladies, and they opened a way for me to pass out. I left the Rink with a settled purpose never to visit it again while the meetings continued. I hastened to my room, thinking over the incidents of the evening and congratulating myself upon my fortunate escape. Thoughts of the little girl who had rescued me, came to my mind. I asked myself, " Why did she believe me, when in fact I was telling a lie." I tried to forget the evening's experience, but I could not do so. I endeavored to divert my mind by a game of poker, but I was abstracted and careless, and in a few moments had lost forty dollars. I arose and walked restlessly about the room. The angel face of that child was ever before my eyes, and her words were constantly sounding in my ears : " He is telling the truth, Mamma. You will come back, won't you, and sign the pledge ?" I put on my hat, left my r*v,rn, and sought a saloon, where I tried to solac myself with bil- liards. The attempt was a failure ; I could not fix my attention on the game. I laid down my Converted Gambler. 167 cue and walked out into the street ; I coaid not by any artifice withdraw my thoughts from the one subject which burdened them, nor shut out the sound of the little lady's simple words. Slowly I walked toward my rooms, vainly struggling to compose my mind. When I arrived at the club room, the game was over and the room deserted. I entered my chamber, adjoining the gambling hall, and prepared for bed. I laid down, but sleep did not come to my eyelids. I tossed about feverishly, strug- gling to overcome my restlessness, but without result. I attempted to argue with myself, but the effort was in vain. I arose from my bed and tried to relieve the strain upon my mind by reading. It was no avail. I read all the newspapers in the room, but did not compre- hend one word in them. When T laid them down I did not remember any thing they con- tained. Again I sought my bed, but my men- tal unrest continued. I rolled about in my agony, but no peace came to me. The hours dragged wearily along, and one subject con- tinued uppermost in my mind. I gave up the effort to banish it. Morning at last came, and I rejoiced over the termination of the longest night I had ever passed. But daylight brought 168 Mason Long: no calm to my troubled brain. It was still in a chaotic state, and the same words were ever present : "You will come back to-morrow night and sign the pledge, won't you ? " I went to my hotel, but scarcely tasted break- fast. Then I wandered aimlessly about the streets, and found the day I had so longed for to be even more dismal than the dreary night whose minutes had seemed hours. My condi- tion was, in brief, one of mental torture, and I felt as though, if relief did not soon come, I should go crazy. That night I involuntarily sought the Rink, arriving there almost as soon as it was lighted up. I was among the first arrivals, and upon meeting Mr. Rusk, I told him I would sign the pledge at once if he would assure me that the newspapers would say nothing about it. The press had, for many years, devoted a great deal of attention to me, and I feared that, if the city journals should publish me as a Murphy convert, I would become a butt for the ridicule of all the sports and bummers in the city. I was among the first that evening to step forward and sign the pledge. As I affixed my name, the old building fairly shook with the cheers of sixteen hundred people. In a moment I was surrounded by a Converted Gambler. 169 host of ladies and gentlemen who shook me warmly by the hand, and congratulated me heartily upon the step I had taken. Many spoke to me who had never before exchanged a word with me, but who had always regarded me as the concentrated essence of wickedness. As soon as I had signed the pledge I felt relieved. A great weight seemed to be lifted from my soul, and I left for my rooms after the meeting in a much happier frame of mind than on the preceding evening. The only thing I dreaded was newspaper publicity. The journals of the city had devoted many columns to me in connection with gam- bling, horse-racing, and arrests for various mis- demeanors, and I disliked to have my name published in connection with any thing so good and holy as the temperance cause. But I called to mind Mr. Rusk's assurance on this score, and retired without any misgivings. The next morning, upon arising, I picked up the G-azette and discovered to my amazement a column report of my surrender to the Murphys. At this I was greatly disgusted, and I at once decided to go and get drunk. I left the room with that intention, but I soon began to think of the m;iny good people who aad taken me so o 170 Mason Ismg: warmly by the hand the night before, and bade me God speed. What would they think of me, should I thus deliberately and openly violate my solemn pledge ? This was something strange for me, for T had never before cared for the opinion of the sober, and temperate, and reli- gious community. I passed along the streets, and the first persons I met were saloon keepers. They refused to speak to me, and I admit that 1 felt the slight. But by this time I was set- tled in my purpose to stick to the pledge. My old companions enjoyed themselves great- ly at my expense, and they subjected me to all kinds of ridicule. Many bets were made upon the length of time I would abstain from drink- ing, the limits ranging from six hours to ten days. One saloon keeper predicted that I would hold out three weeks, and no longer. He said that he had gauged my stomach, and that at the end of three weeks on cold water diet I would be ripe for a big drunk. An attempt was made to sell pools on me, but no one would bet on my "sticking" more than three weeks. I could have won every dollar owned by the Fort Wayne sports ; but I admit that I had so little confidence in myself that I would not have bet on thirty days' adherence Converted Gambler. 171 to the Murphys. My associations were all with saloon keepers and gamblers. One of the former promised that if I kept the pledge one year, he would buy me a hat. The year is now nearly expired, and before this book is read 1 will be wearing a new hat at Jay Phillips' expense. For the first few days I found my new life a hard one. I spent much of my time in saloons, playing cards for the drinks. When my companions took beer, I took a cigar ; but the sight of the cool, foaming beverage which I ioved so well, was a severe temptation, espe- cially during those sultry days in August. Many times I found the pressure very strong, and was on the point of surrendering, but something within kept me on the track, and a still, small voice said to me, "Stick to it, Mace." I soon came to the conclusion that if I remained in Fort Wayne, whisky would con- quer. I could not in safety frequent my old places of resort, and therefore determined to attend the races at Geneseo, 111., and at the same time visit some relatives living there, who are temperance and religious people. They were overjoyed to learn of the step I had taken, and gave me a hearty welcome. I remained at 172 Mnxon Long: Geneseo ten days, during which time scarcely any temptation was thrown in my path. But I felt the old appetite tugging away at me, and the ungratified longing for liquor caused me much physical and mental distress. From Geneseo I went to Chicago, and there I met a number of my old companions, who were start- ing out to "make a night of it." Of course they insisted that I must go with them, and I consented to join the party. I knew I was taking a fearful risk, but I could not resist the invitation of my former chums. Few of my readers, perhaps, know what " making a night of it" in Chicago is. The term conveys a good deal. It means a night of dissipation and indulgence ; it means hours spent in the heated atmosphere of the gilded palaces of vice, or the luxuriant abodes of sin ; it means a gratification of the grossest appetites, and an indulgence in the basest pleasures ; it means the robbing of sleep, the sacrifice of time, the waste of money, the injury to health, and the surrender of good name. '* Making a night of it" has shattered some of the greatest intel- lects the world has ever known ; has blighted the most promising careers ; has wasted the most ample fortunes ; has destroyed the happi Converted Gambler. 173 ness of the most affectionate families, and led to misery, and shame, and death, and eternal woe. There are thousands of young men who think it is manly to " make a night of it,'' but could they draw the lesson from the shattered remnants of manhood all over the land, could thej r see the depths of shame and remorse into which the devotee of the wine cup is finally plunged, could they know the misery caused by the fearful, insatiable craving for alcohol, could they hear the lamentations^ of the lost souls, sacrificed through the infernal love for spirits, not all the-lights, and songs, and music, and good fellowship which surround vice with so many attractions, could lure them from the only path which leads to happiness, both in this world and in the world to come. Well, we made a " night of it " in Chicago. 1 stayed with the "boys" until they reeled to their beds in drunken unconsciousness. I had not violated my pledge, having alternated between cigars and lemonade. At every " treat " I had taken one or the other ; I had smoked several cigars, and given a numbei away, but when I reached my room I found that I had fifty-seven in my pocket. This will give the reader an idea of the liquor that vas Mason Long: drank, and the sum of money we squandered when we " made a night of it " in Chicago. I was greatly pleased to think I had passed through this ordeal without breaking my pledge, and concluded that I was safe for the future. The next morning I avoided my associates of the previous night, for I found it no amusement to be with them unless I drank, and that I was determined not to do. I bought a few pools on the base ball games, lost as usual, and then started for Fort Wayne. Upon my return, I was besieged with questions, the most frequent one being, " Well, Mace, how many times were you drunk while you were gone?" Few were ready to believe me when I said that I had not tasted a drop since I left home. Some, how- ever, cheered me with expressions of confidence, which encouraged me greatly ; others mostly gamblers and saloon keepers asserted that I was playing a deep confidence game, my inten- tions being to worm myself into the confidence of the religious people of the city, and then borrow all the money I could and swindle them out of it. A gambler, who had for years been my " partner," made a charge of this kind quite publicly, and \va.s rebuked by one of the Mur- phy leaders, who said, "I would lend Mace Converted Gambler. 175 Long two hundred dollars for a year, without security, but I wouldn't lend you ten cents." This gentleman had never spoken to me, and when I heard of his kind expression I was greatly encouraged. The good people of the city aided me by many tokens of confidence and expressions of faith in my sincerity. Each day I found my resolutions stronger. I was still keeping a gambling room, and had as yet no higher ambition than to abstain from drink- ing, so as to make money at my illegitimate business. How I came to abandon my old call- ing and leave the paths I had so long trod for pleasanter and purer ones, I shall endeavor to tell in the next chapter. 176 Matson Long: CHAPTER IX. MY CONVERSION TO THK GOSPEL OF JESUS CHRIST-MEN- TAL SUFFERINGS WHILE UNDER CONVICTION-HUKLIC CONFESSION OF MY SINS-THK BLESSINGS ATTENDING A CHANGE OF HEART. Upon returning to Fort Wayne, I found that the temperance meetings, which were still in progress at the Rink, had a stronger attraction than ever for me. I discovered that the fasci- nations of the gambling table were losing their power, and I could take no interest in the games at my room. On the first night I went to the Rink, and the managers insisted that I should address the meeting ; about fifteen hundred people were present, and the ordeal was a most trying one. I pleaded my " freshness," and had no idea that I could face that vast crowd without breaking down. But they kept calling for me, and I finally rose in my place and stated that I was unprepared to speak, but would make a few remarks upon some other occasion. Mr. Rusk then took the liberty of announcing that I would speak on the next Converted Gambler. 177 evening, and at the same time stated that the number of signers had just reached six thousand. This created much enthusiasm, and there was more signing and singing. I concluded not to attend the next evening, but was very lone- some, and my resolution failed me. I remained at my room until nine o'clock, but then almost involuntarily sought the " Old Ark." Hardly had I entered its portals when I heard my name shouted from all parts of the house, and in a moment I found myself standing upon the platform, with fifteen hundred upturned faces before me, and fifteen hundred pairs of eyes gazing intently upon me. I shook like an aspen leaf ; my head fairly swam ; a cold perspiration burst out all over me, and I could scarcely control my voice. I certainly suffered all the tortures of stage fright, and passed through an experience I never desire to repeat. But my self-possession soon returned, and after I had spoken a few words I was comparatively at ease. I told them, first of all, that I had been faithful to my pledge, taken several weeks before, and that I intended to adhere to it through life. I also related how I began drinking whisky ; and how it had led me down from one depth to another, drawing ^ne into M 178 Jfason Long: other vices, until I had become a moral wreck, the mere plaything of a diabolical appetite. The next day my speech was printed in full in the papers. The press took more interest in me than ever, and chronicled my every move- ment. I knew that, under the circumstances, if I took a single misstep, it would be heralded to the world, and this made me more careful, perhaps, than I otherwise would have been, to adhere to my promises. Having broken the ice, I spoke at the meet- ings nearly every night. I entered into the work with enthusiasm, and endeavored to gain recruits for the Murphy army. On the first afternoon I secured sixteen signers, among them a veteran whisky seller and whisky drinker, Mr. Arthur Dodge. I was greatly encouraged with my success. Mr. Dodge took hold of the work with much energy, and we canvassed together, inducing many old slaves of alcohol to don the blue ribbon, and emanci- pate themselves from the curse under which they had so long staggered. For six weeks we labored night and day, with unvarying success. Then Messrs. Rusk and Reddick left us, and the whisky sellers concluded that the storm was about over, and Converted Gambler. 181 that the meetings would soon "fizzle out." But we did not allow them to "fizzle." For four weeks we carried them on ourselves. Every man who took an interest in the cause came to the front, and we kept the enthusiasm constantly up to the boiling point. Ou/ army was constantly increasing, and it looked as if we were to capture the entire city. At this stage of the movement, Messrs. Hal- lenbeck and Cassady, who had been converted during the Moody-Sankey revival at Chicago, came among us, and took charge of the meet- ings, conducting them on the gospel temperance plan. Up to this date the Murphy movement had been carried on as a purely moral effort ; now the religious element was with it, and the effect was good. The Churches, many of which had held aloof, joined in with us. Hallenbeck and Cassady remained five weeks, and were the means of accomplishing a vast amount of good. After their departure the meetings continued as usual, under the management of a board consisting of several of our best citizens. The Hon. Newton Burwell, a worthy Christian gen- tlemen who has since entered the ministry, took the leadership. Among the reformed men were a few who 182 Mason Long: objected to the religious cast the movement had assumed. They organized a kt Reformed Men's Club," and took control of the meetings, Mr. Burwelland the ministers retiring, but still giving the " boys" their sympathy and co- operation. An arrangement was then made by which strictly temperance meetings were held during the week, and a grand union prayer meeting every Sunday night. The interest deepened. Those who attended the Murphy meetings were sure to find their way to the "Old Ark" on Sunday nights. By this means hundreds were brought within reach of the gospel, who had not heard it preached for years. A deep feeling pervaded the community. A great change was taking place in many of our reformed men. They were beginning to inquire anxiously, " What shall we do to be saved ?" They were thinking deeply of their future state, many of them for the first time, and recalling the les- sons of childhood they had neglected for so many years. The long-forgotten Bible was hunted up, and its precious words were studied by men who had long been strangers to them ; some who had objected most strenuously to the gospel work, now urged the propriety of a Converted Gambler. 183 monster revival. We, therefore, sent for Dr. Earl, of Boston, a most successful evangelist. He came and conducted a series of meetings for three weeks, with grand results. The Rink was crowded every night ; Dr. Earl expounded the Scriptures with singular power and elo- quence, and led many poor sorrowing mortals into the way of salvation. He was assisted by the city pastors, and the religious people of Fort Wayne, and a most glorious harvest was reaped. Scores of converts were made. There was a grand awakening throughout the city. There was a most gracious outpouring of God's spirit, and many wayward hearts found peace in believing. As many as one hundred and eighty persons rose for prayer in a single meet- ing. Some of the most depraved men in the city tasted of the Bread of Life, and often " those who came to scoff remained to pray." This revival terminated the movement proper in Fort Wayne. The meetings had been held over three hundred consecutive nights, and ten thousand and seventeen persons had signed the pledge. A very small number of those who took the pledge violated it. A grand, no- ble work had been accomplished ; those who had been but a short year before in the gutters, or in 161 Mason Long: the jails, their existence a curse to themselves and their families, were now "clothed, and in their right mind." Employment was obtained for them, and they became industrious and esteem- ed members of the community. Their families found peace and happiness in homes long aban- doned to misery and despair, and thanked God that alcohol no longer claimed their protectors among its victims. A year ago, many of them looked forward only to the penitentiary, or the poor-house ; now, not a few cherish hopes of a happy future, and have their names enrolled on the books of the churches, of which they are attentive and consistent members. They have tasted the " pleasures " of this world, and know that they are all vanity. They mourn over their wasted year?, and realize what is charged against them in the book of judgment. They are working now to balance their accounts for the Last Great Day, and well know that the consecration of the remainder of their lives to purity and righteousness will not atone for the sinfulness and folly of their past. I sometimes think that these men, who have been redeemed after careers of wicked- ness and crime, enjoy the love of God better than the old followers of the Cross, who have Converted Gambler. 185 never tasted the bitter experience which is sure to follow indulgence in the so-called "pleas- ures" of this world. Those of us who have been saved, as if by fire, and "plucked like brands from the burning," should strive to live very near to God, for the change is so great, that it will require all of our efforts to keep in the straight and narrow path, which leads to eter- nal bliss. I shudder when I think where I and so many others, who had drifted far out into the currents of sin, would be now, but for the glorious temperance movement which has swept over the land, and snatched us up just in time to save us from the abyss toward which we were hastening. I can recall the names of many poor fellows my former com- panions who have gone beyond our reach to everlasting ruin, without a taste of the blessed peace and happiness which have been so gra- ciously vouchsafed to me. I feel deeply that there is a great field for work among those whom the world considers outcasts. I know that in every human being, however depraved \ there is the germ of some good, which may be reached and developed by prayer and striving, and I have solemnly vowed to consecrate the rest of my life to the work of rescuing these Mason Long: poor unfortunate creatures from the evil which surrounds them. I am endeavoring every day to speak the word which shall reveal to some wandering soul the light that I have found, and so long as God gives me life and strength, I shall persevere in my chosen work. I date my reformation from the hour I signed the tem- perance pledge. Previous to that time, I was greatly addicted to profanity, but since then an oath has never escaped my lips. I had always mingled with the dissipated, the de- praved, and the vicious ; but the Murphys brought me in contact with another and a better class of people. I formed the acquaint- ance of noble Christian men and women, who were endeavoring to illustrate, by their daily lives and conversation, the precepts of their blessed Master, and from them, I imbibed new conceptions of life, its duties and its realities. When I ceased to drink, and to swear, I found it comparatively easy to discard my numerous other vices one by one. I enjoyed daily a visible increase in my self respect. I began to feel as if I were a "man among men." The evil habits which had become a part of my very being, soon left me, all but gambling. That vice had an irresistible fascination for me. Converted Gambler. 187 I loved the game above everything else ; I did not think I could ever give it up. Besides, my moral faculties were so blunted, that I did not think it was wrong to gamble, provided it was done "on the square." I thought a man could be a professional gambler, and a respectable citizen at the same time, but I found out my mistake they are incompatible. My nightly attendance at the temperance meetings continued. I enjoyed them very much in fact above everything else in the world ; I listened to the experiences of the re- formed men frequently related with a remark- able simplicity and pathos ; I repeatedly found myself in tears, as I heard their sad stories of sin and suffering ; I often sat in the Rink and reflected upon my past life until I was so choked with emotion as not to be able to re- spond when called upon to speak. This feeling was new to me and I could not comprehend it. There was a change taking place in myself which it puzzled me greatly to under- stand. For weeks I was in this condition. My only real enjoyment was during the temperance meetings. I could find no pleasure at the gam- ing-table, and, winner or loser, I always left it in disgust. The reader can realize the altera- /88 Mason Lcng: tion in me when he remembers that for years the game of faro had cast a perfect spell over me i that I had repeatedly played it for many hours at a time, unable to leave it for food 01 sleep, and only withdrawing when I could no longer bear the physical strain. But now the temperance raeecings drew me from my game every evening, and the gambling-room had be- come the most repulsive place on earth to me. Sunday is always the liveliest day for gam- blers, for it is then they do their best business. It was so with me, but since my moral awaken- ing 1 found Sunday the longest and dullest day of the week. One Sunday morning I resolved to attend divine service, and found my way to the First Baptist church. The sight of a notorious professional gambler in that sacred place startled the congregation, and every eye was turned upon me as the usher showed me to a seat. The pastor, Rev. Dr. J. R. Stone, preached a most beautiful and effective wrmon, which seemed intended especially for me. I eagerly drank in every word, and as the good man continued, I found myself shedding tears of sor- row and remorse for my misspent life. After the sermon the choir sang " What shall the harvest be?" and as I listened to the beautiful music, Converted Gambler. 189 all the sins of my past life seemed to pass in review before me. I had sown the crop, and I wondered what my harvest would be. As I was leaving the church my eyes rested upon the little lady, through whose kind words I had been led to sign the pledge. I thought this a happy omen. She handed me a Bible, saying that she had marked a lesson for me to study during the coming week, and asked if I would do so. I gladly promised her, and with the good book in my hand, I left the church and hastened to my room. There I found a big game of faro in progress, but I passed the players and went into my chamber, where I began to study the Bible which had been given me. Occasionally one of the gamblers would come into the room, and then I would secrete the book, as I feared ridicule. I spent many hours every day studying the word of God, and especially those pages which had been marked for me. I was constantly interrupted, and always hid the book. One day I was caught fairly and squarely by one of the gam- blers. He was greatly surprised, and his re- marks ran about like this: " Hallo, what is that ? a Bible ? well I de- clare, old boy, you're gone, sure. You're no 190 Mason Long: longer the same man that you was before you signed the Murphy pledge than anything in the world. There's no more fun in you any more ; a fellow might just as well talk to a cigar sign as to try to get a word out of you. You've Bible on the brain. You'll be crazy as a bed-bug in less than a month. Drop your d d nonsense, Mace, and I'll show you a new thing in card playing. I'm playing colors now, and it will win sure, and no one shall stand in with this but you." These words made no impression upon my mind. I was greatly troubled, but not about faro. I read and re-read my Bible lesson, and the more I pondered it the greater became my mental anxiety. In despair I laid down the book, went to the gambling table, and tried to interest myself at faro. It was useless ; the old charm had vanished ; the old spell was broken. I left the table in disgust and re- sumed my Bible reading, but could find no peace. Night and day my torture increased. Sleep was a stranger to my eyelids and the food, at every meal, remained untasted before me. I began to think the gambler was right when he told me that I would go crazy, for my faculties seemed to be shaken. 1 left the city, Converted Gambler. 191 but after a day's absence I returned. I felt an insatiable craving for something, 1 knew not what, a want which I could not define nor comprehend, but which was ever present. My condition physically was almost as bad as it was mentally. I was weak, restless, and feverish, and therefore consulted a physician, who told me that I was threatened with serious illness, and prescribed for me. But his med- icine did not reach the vital spot. Under its effects I slept, but I had troubled dreams, and when I rose I was neither rested nor refreshed. For several days and nights I had neither slept nor eaten. I was under conviction, and felt that my sins, which were as scarlet, could never be forgiven. I looked forward to a life of woe, and anxiously inquired of those I met what I should do. " Put your trust in God," they would say. " But I do trust Him. I have given up everything, and tried to be a Christian ; but I can't. I can find no peace ; I feel as if my God had forsaken me, and that there is no sal- vation for such as I." My mental condition was worse than ever. I longed to get a. way from myself to fly to some distant solitude, some trackless forest to 192 Mason Long: anyplace that I could find peace. I frequently tried to pray, but the words seemed to mock me. Discouraged and hopeless, I sought my old companions, and sought to be one of them again. It was useless. Their profane words grated on my ears ; their coarse jokes and jests were intensely painful to me. The club room and saloons were abominable in my sight, and I avoided them as much as possible. And so my life wore on. If my sins had been great, so had my sufferings. It would take a genius to portray my mental torments. I realized that no human being could success- fully "minister to a mind diseased," and the Great Physician seemed to have forsaken me. Sometimes I would rise from my knees after a long season of prayer, with a happier feeling and with tears streaming from my eyes. Then I would think that the Lord had forgiven me, and granted me His blessing ; but when I went to my club room, the old feeling of despair came back to me with redoubled force. Sabbath came again, and in company with Brother Hallenbeck I attended the Wayne Street Methodist-Episcopal church, and heard the pastor, Rev. R. N. McKaig, deliver a ser- mon to reformed men. The discourse was an Converted Gambler. 193 able one, and I enjoyed it very much, but did not get the relief I craved. After leaving the church, I told my troubles to Brother Hallenbeck. I told him the mental anguish and physical exhaustion I was suffer- ing ; how hard I was trying to become a Chris- tian, and how useless the effort seemed ; how I had prayed God for hours at a time to forgive my sins and grant me a new heart, but He had denied me the blessing I asked ; how for seven days I had neither eaten nor slept, but had passed through the most fearful experience of my life. Brother Hallenbeck listened attentively to me, and expressed deep sympathy with me. He tried to encourage me, and said there was evidently something I had left undone. He did not know what it was, but he thought if I would go to the Rink that evening, publicly confess before the audience that I was a great sinner, and declare my faith in Christ, I would find peace. I told him I would take his advice, and hoped it would bring me consolation I spent the afternoon in my room, trying to think what I would say at the Rink. When I left for the meeting, I thought I knew exactly what I N 9 194 Mason Long: would say, but I changed my mind a dozen times ere I reached the building. I entered and took a seat beside the speak- ers Hon. Win. McConnell and Mrs. Jesse M. Gale, of Angola. There were about fif. teen hundred people present, and two grand speeches were made. I could, however, take little interest in them, for I felt the old gnaw- ing at my soul, and the old burden upon my mind. When the speakers had concluded and the audience was about to disperse, Mr. Hallenbeck announced that I, at ray own request, would speak a few words. The people looked sur- prised, and, as many were tired, I felt as if they regarded me in the light of an interloper. However, I hastened to the rostrum, anxious not to delay the audience, and longing to un- burden myself. When I faced the vast assem- blage, I could not remember a word that I had intended to say. However, I found language I think God gave it to me arid this is what I said, as reported in the newspapers next day : "A few months ago I stood upon this rostrum and confessed that I was a drunkard. Now I want to make another confession, which is, that I am a great sinner. For the past ten days and Converted Gambler. 195 nights I have not enjoyed one hour's natural sleep, so deep is my conviction, and my burden of sin is so great that I can live this way no longer. So I have come to you for help. Oh ! I want to beg the Christian people of Fort Wayne to pray for me, that I may find rest. I have been praying all this time, but my prayers are not answered. I have been constantly reading my Bible, and the more I study it the greater is my distress. In it I have found a passage which troubles me greatly. It is this : * For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that every one may receive the things done in the body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad. ' (2 Corinthians x: 5.) These words continu- ally sounded in my ears, and led me to sum up my case as it would be on the Last Great Day. I wondered what good I had done in this world, and tried to balance it against the evil, but the latter sent it up to the beam ; the ac- count would not balance. I consulted the Revs. Stone, Moffatt, McKaig, McFarland and others, and they kindly advised me. 1 told them I was guilty, and I now plead guilty before the Great Judge and those witnesses. I am a poor, miserable sinner, but hope for God's 196 Mason Lcrny: mercy, and I feel that ray dear sainted mother is interceding in my behalf. " When I sat down I was in tears, but I felt greatly relieved. Many were weeping in the audience ; for indeed the scene was an affecting one. I, who hr,d been a professional gambler, saloon keeper, and drunkard ; who had for years violated not only divine but human laws ; who had been regarded by all as a reckless, degraded character ; who had run the gauntlet of sin stood up before fifteen hundred Christian people, and asked their prayers for my salvation. The spectacle was certainly an extraordinary one. After my remarks, Dr. Stone was called upon to pray for me. He said if there were others who, like me, were seeking the way to Christ, and desired to be remembered in the prayer, they should stand up. All over the house strong men rose to their feet, many in tears, and the seal of conviction upon their faces. Dr. Stone prayed for me and the other stricken souls with an unction and fervor which were wonderful. The prayer was a marvel and every word of it sank deep into my heart. It was a thrilling and powerful appeal for mercy, and I shall re- Converted Gambler. 197 member it to my dying day. I believe God heard and answered it. I returned to my room, fell on my knees and implored God to hear me in my distress. Then I retired and laid awake, thinking of the same old subject until two o'clock, when I arose, turned on the gas, and looked about me. I stepped into the club room and looked at the gambling tables, the sideboard, and all the ap- purtenances, and then asked myself, "Why should God forgive me while I remain in this place, where I have never done aught but sin against Him." Gambling was my favorite vice, and I had never yet determined to abandon it. But then a sudden resolution was formed ; I took one last look at the gambling room, at the faro table, where I had played so often at the sideboard from which I had repeatedly dealt out whisky to my fellow men and then quit the place forever. It was then and there that I made the complete surrender to Christ as every one must do, who desires to be saved. I went to a hotel, took a room, and again sought my Maker. In less than an hour I felt that the blessing had come which I had striven for so long. I went to bed and the pillow was soon wet with tears which were streaming from 198 Mason Loiiy: my eyes tears, not of sorrow and remorse, but of joy and gladness. I at once fell asleep and enjoyed unbroken slumber. The next morning I awoke with a light heart. The sun was shining brightly into my room and it seemed as if I had never seen such a beautiful morning before. I looked out of the window and saw a clear, cloudless sky, a fit image of the condi- tion of my soul after so many days of anguish and torture. I hurried from the room to tell my Christian friends that their prayers had been answered, and the verdict had come. I was so happy that I wanted all the world to share my joy. I had at last found peace, and truly it was the peace that passeth all understanding. I was hopeful of a bright future and an eternity of bliss. None who have not passed through the same blessed experience that I have, can real- ize what a great change there was in my life and feelings, and thoughts. I found a new charm in living, a new beauty in nature, a new light in the world. I was cheerful and was greeted with an encouraging smile by all who met me. I consecrated myself to Christ and solemnly vowed to devote the remainder of nn Converted Gwmbler. 199 life to His service. I now bless God every day and every hour for His infinite mercy and good- ness to me. I am striving constantly to bring other wandering souls to Him, that they may, like me, find peace in believing. 200 M'Mon Long: CHAPTER X. MT TOBACCO EXPERIENCE-THE TWIN EVIL-HOW I WA5> COKED. I can not bring this volume to a close with- out a word on my experience with tobacco, an evil that is proven by the shattered nervous systems, stunted bodies, dwarfed intellects and pale faces seen on every hand, to be second only in its insidious ruinations of mind and health, and drain upon the purse, to whisky it- self. In 1862, as related in Chapter II., I left the farm and enlisted in the United States Army. Up to this time I had never tasted tobacco. The idleness of camp soon led me to playing cards, and nine men out of every ten that play cards chew tobacco, consequently the "plug" (for that was the kind the soldiers used) was constantly being passed around, and just here is another of the strong proofs to me that asso- ciation has everything to do with a man's every day walk in life. Not many weeks had rolled around until I had tasted it, as the free hearted Converted Gambler. 201 soldier boys were constantly offering it to me. Like every other new beginner, it made me veiy sick. I soon got over that, and then I fondly imagined I loved the smell of the plug. I would pick it up and smell of it again and again. In less than three months I could chew tobacco with the oldest of them. Not long after I commenced smoking, and in a short time became an inveterate smoker. At the close of the war I returned to my old home with all the vices of the camp, except drinking. At this time I valued a five-dollar bill as a mere trifle, and many a day my cigar bill would amount to from two to five dollars. I had, like all gam- blers, made the money easy, and did not value it as I should had it been gained by hard labor. While in the grocery and provision business I had sold the ; * weed,'* and I am sure that the tobacco and cigars I constantly took from the show case and shelves for my own use absorbed more than all the profits. But the vice had hold of me, and I was too weak to resist, and I closed out the grocery by request (of the sheriff). Here I first commenced to realize the real cost of the use of tobacco. I had no means of support, and I loved tobacco and 202 Mason Long: cigars just as well as when I had thousands of dollars at my command. It was entirely out of the question for me to do without it. I was fast becoming a slave to strong drink and the two vices go together. I have never, in all my experience, known but one man that drank whisky to excess but what used tobacco, while there are very many who chew tobacco that do not drink. There is not a vice that flesh is heir to but what will cling to intemperance. The only remedy sad experience has taught is to keep out of the way of temptation. This pe- riod was the first in my life that I was forced to ask for credit in order to indulge my appe- tite for tobacco. I made all kinds of promises to the tobacconist, and kept none of them. My will and intentions were good enough, but I had no income, and I loved to smoke just as well as when I had plenty of money. Before I was aware of it I was in debt fifty dollars for tobacco, and could get trusted for no more. But the appetite that was within me was fierce, and drove me to another store. I was now having a nice time, sitting around on store boxes, spitting tobacco juice across the side- walk, and insulting every respectable woman that came along. The effect of the tobacco Converted Gambler. 203 made me stupid. I would sit for days and days in idleness, without energy enough to go to my meals. I had sense enough left, how- ever, to know that a life of this kind would not do. I went then into the saloon business, and having the " weed" again at my command in any quantities, would smoke from five to thirty cigars a day. I connected a gambling room with the saloon, where I spent a great deal of my time, and could never be found without a cigar or a chew of tobacco in my mouth. I have been in the gambling room for forty-eight hours without sleep, and the con- stant use of tobacco at such times utterly im- paired my memory. After I reformed I soon found out that I could not spare the money that my cigar bill would amount to. People are not willing to pay a man for preaching good morals and have him spend a tlollar or two a day indulging the vice of tobacco. I went into the State of Michigan to work one hundred nights under the auspices of the Women's Christian Tem- perance Union, and soon found out that they did not indorse any one that used tobacco. At this time it seemed that the strength of all the vices I had ever had centered on this tobacco 204 Mason Long: habit, and for an excuse to use it I have fre- quently bought a newspaper just at bedtime, and then sat up and read it as an excuse to chew. We have many young men in the cities and small towns to-day that receive thirty dol- lars a month and more for their labor, and they wear old clothes and go shabby simply because of the excessive use of tobacco. To show the reader that it is a vice, and one hard to quit, I will give my experience in quitting it, for of all the vices that ever had a hold on me, the tobacco habit was the worst. After speaking to an audience of one thous- and people at Grand Rapids, Michigan, I was comfortably seated in the office of the Rathburn House, when a reformed man entered, saying, " Long, we had ought to be clean men." "What do you mean, sir ? " I replied. "I am trying to be a clean man." " That don't look well," he rejoined, point- ing to a spittoon I had pulled up to my chair for use while enjoying a large cud of plug to- bacco. I wanted to reply about not giving it up and use the word " can't," but I knew that did not belong to the word reform, so I became anxious to change the subject, but he would not hear to it, and began to reason with me Converted Gambler. 205 like this: "Do you believe in the story of Christ, and do you think he ever convinced a sinner that he t was the Son of God by chewing tobacco and spitting the juice around them ? " This argument was too strong for me to bear, so I excused myself and went up to my room. I believe in prayers, and as I retired I asked God to help me with this vice, when the thought came to me that God would help no one that could help themselves, and there I was on bended knee, with a big plug of tobacco in my pocket. I gave it a thought for a single moment, then rising, lifted the window and out went the plug, and I have never taken a chew from that day to this, and by the help of Al- mighty God, I never will again. But every day for seventeen days I was in a state of ter- rible unrest and craving. I wanted something, and would chew the ends of matches, and eve- ry thing I could think of, but nothing would give me relief. On the seventeenth day I went to bed with a burning fever, and every bone in my body ached. This was at Ionia, Michigan, where I was holding a meeting, and in the even- ing the committee called, saying the church was crowded to hear me speak, and that no one could satisfy their curiosity but me. I told 206 Mason Long: them my condition. " But we will get you medicine ; what do you want ?" they asked in chorus. I thought a moment and frankly told them that a chew of tobacco would cure every ache in my body. In an instant all three of my callers had handed me a box or a plug of the fragrant "weed." I told them to keep it that I should never chew again. I went to the church and made a speech as best I could, and then telegraphed my secretary to cancel all my engagements, as I was coming home sick. My nerves were all unstrung, and the doctor told me to rest at least an entire week, and take a thorough course of treatment, and I took his advice, and placed myself under his care. During that time he gave me two Turkish baths, and the blankets that I was rolled up in during the sweating process were as yellow as saffron. This, the doctor said, was caused by nothing but the tobacco juice oozing out of my system. Now this satisfies me that I am a cleaner man than I was. If you think I am fanatical on this question, why I can cite you to two cases where " boys" have smoked them- selves into the penitentiary, and vices of this kind do not take hold of the sluggard or the dull boy, but generally the very brightest boy Converted Gambler. 207 " in the class," as I shall show the reader. One boy was a book-keeper, getting nine dollars per week, and handling thousands of dollars of his employer's money, but his every day associates were of the "fast" young men of the town, and in order to keep up with them he would have to " treat" whenever it came his turn. He, nor did ail his associates, drink, they were perhaps too respectable for that, but they all smoked. His cigar bill amounted to six dollars a week, and the boy could not live on three, and from that time on he was living beyond his means, and this is just where men always stand on dangerous ground. He commenced making false entries, and to show how thoroughly he understood his business, and how bright he was in a business way, he carried these false entries from one ledger to another for three years, when he was arrested for embezzlement, and was a defaulter in the sum of thirty-six hund- red dollars. During the trial the court-room was crowded with his comrades, and when the end came, and the judge was ready to pro- nounce the sentence of three years in prison at hard labor, and asked the usual question if he had any thing to say. he stepped down from the prisoners dock, and said : " Boys, there is Mason Long: not a thief 's hair in my head. I never expected to steal a dollar in my life; (pointing over to a tobacconist) he got the first ten dollars I ever took, and the last one. Now I understand my position in life as well as you can tell me. I will go and work out my sentence, and when I return I will be no associate of yours." And as the sheriff led him out of the court-room many a boy threw away his stump of a cigar and has never smoked since. I can remember the time, young men, when credentials from some prominent citizen of your town would help you to a situation, but that time is past. Your every day walk is your best introduction now. You go to the city looking for a situation with the very best men's names to your letters that live in your county, and you walk into a first class business house with a stub of a cigar in your mouth, a chew of to- bacco or an old stinking pipe, and pretty gen- erally you will have to go back home without a situation. I am glad it is this way, for this gives reformed men a chance, and should be most encouraging to those that have been pun- ished with the tobacco curse. I know of clerks that think nothing of tak- ing ten cents out of their employer's money Converted Gambler. 209 drawer and going next door to buy a cigar yet at the same time you could not hire them to steal ten cents they do not seem to realize that it amounts to the same thing with the pro- prietor. I claim that vices like smoking have forced many a boy to live beyond his income, and finally " fetch up " a thief. We have a case of this kind in my next subject. This boy had a good situation in a post-office. His love for tobacco was so great that it forced him to take the small end of a pen-holder and open registered letters, take out the contents, seal up the letter and send it on to its destination. The government soon found there was a leak, but so skillfully was the thieving done, that no clue could for a long time be found. Detect- ives were sent in from every quarter, who shadowed every one of the seven clerks, and cut peep-holes in the ceiling, through which they could look down and see everything going on below. It was not the dull boy at work, for months had rolled round and he could not be detected. Decoy letters, one after another, passed through the office to no purpose. But finally he opened one of the decoys, took the money it contained and hastened over to a ci- gar store, followed by the detective, and while O 9* 210 Mason Long: in the act of paying for cigars with one of the marked bills the decoy letter had contained, was arrested, the officer remarking, "I will pay for these cigars ; give me that bill, and, young man, I will take you for my pay." " I know what it is for," said the boy. " How much am I short ?" "Over sixteen hundred dollars," said the detective. "I never took half of that," said the now pale and cowering boy. In a few minutes the officer confronted him with overwhelming proofs of his guilt and he wrote out a full confession, and, under prom- ises from the detective that his sentence would be lighter, the boy's father and relatives refund- ed the whole amount. He was sentenced to a short term of two years in the State Prison, and had been there but a short time when he wrote home to one of his comrades that he had not only smoked himself into the State Prison, but he had sent his poor old father down to the grave without a dollar and broken-hearted. Who would ever think that such a little vice as smoking appears to be could lead to this ! My advice to all boys is to never take the first chew or bite the end off the first cigar ; for of all the vices that flesh is heir to, none punished me more than the tobacco habit did when I Converted Gambler. 211 had to quit it. I claim there is not a man on this earth but can quit it if he will only use the will power that Almighty God has given him. Finally, smoking is a very expensive habit ; it cost me at least one dollar for every day that I smoked. This finally muddled my brain so that the slightest task on my memory could not be performed. I would commit a verse to memory and smoke a cigar and I could not re- call a word of it. It has now been more than four years since I have smoked a cigar, and I do not believe that a man who has been an invet- erate smoker can ever forget it. To this day when I see a man bite the end off a good cigar my mouth waters, and I just spit and walk on. 212 Mason Long: CHAPTER XI. MY ADMISSION INTO THE FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH OF FORT WAYNE IMMERSION IN THE PRESENCK OF A VAST AUDIENCE-i'RESS REPORTS OF THE CEREMONY. It is utterly impossible for me to describe the vast change that had taken place in me since my conversion. My entire being seemed to have undergone a transformation, and my life, feel- ings, thoughts, impulses, and ambitions had been completely altered. I no longer felt the slight- est desire to tread the paths I had so long traveled ; the so-called pleasures of this world had lost all their charms for me. My only desire was to do that which should be pleasing in the sight of the Lord and bring down upon me His blessings, and approval. The question of identifying myself with some church, early presented itself to my mind, and I deliberated over it carefully. I felt deeply my own unworthiness, and it seemed to me that it would involve an undue degree of assurance for me to present myself as a candidate for pub- lic admission into the ranks of God's professed disciples. In so doing I would take upon mvself Converted Gambler. 213 vows, the force and sacredness of which I fully recognized. What church, thought I, will care to welcome me to its folds, until I bring forth " fruits meet for repentance," and prove by my daily life and conversation, that I am entirely sincere in my professions, and earnest in my declared intentions of leading a purer and nobler life ? What church will have confidence enough in me to take the risk of my future being such as, not only to honor myself, but to not cast a stigma upon its name, and bring reproach upon the cause of our Blessed Master? These doubts were continually arising and I remained undecided for some time as to what course to pursue. On the other hand 1 felt a strong yearning to enroll my name upon the books of some congregation, and become entirely affiliated with God's people. I longed to sit at the communion table, and in company with old followers of the Cross partake of the blessed saerament which the Savior ordained. I felt that if I obtained a recognized place in the Christian community, I could enjoy the mani- fold blessings of religion, as I could never do if I remained outside the pale of the church, and I finally determined despite the doubts Mason Long: to which I have referred and to which I gav& full weight to apply for admission to the membership of some religious organization. This conclusion was only arrived at after repeated consultations with my trusted and beloved spiritual adviser, Dr. Stone. He advised me to join some church promptly, believing it to be not only my duty, but a glorious privilege of which I should not hesitate to avail myself. The serious step I had resolved upon for I fully comprehended its solemnity and import- ance was taken with prayerful deliberation and earnest reflection. I realized that there were hundreds of eyes upon me ; that I was made the subject of much unfriendly comment, carp- ing criticism, and unfavorable prediction ; and that I must act with due circumspection and discretion. I studied my Bible with great care, and aimed to inform myself as to the duties and obligations of a professing Christian, in order to make sure chat I could faithfully discharge them. I was also in doubt as to what denomi- nation I should select, until I had read the third chapter of St. Matthew and the first chapter of St. Mark, including the following passages : "And it came to pass in those days that Converted Gambler. 215 Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee, and was baptized of John in Jordan. "And straightway coming up out of the water, He saw the heavens opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon Him. "And there came a voice from the heavens saying, ' Thou art my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased.' " MARK i : 9. 10, 11. Besides I found the Apostle Paul in his Epistle to the Romans (ch. vi: 4) speaking of baptism as " a burial with Christ into death," and a "rising with Him" to newness of life and this seemed to settle the question as to what the ordinance was, in those days, as to its outward form. These passages left no doubt in my mind as to the course I should pursue. I decided to unite with the Baptist Church, believing that as our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, had been baptized in the river Jordan, and had thereby called out a blessing from heaven, His disciple could not do better than to follow in His footsteps. I think that Jesus, by under- going immersion exhibited a preference for that form of baptism, and that He is well pleased when His followers i Jiitate His example in this as in other respects. 1 believe that were He or. 216 Mason Long: earth to-day, He would be a Baptist ; and although that is my conviction, I have the deep- est love and sympathy with professing Christians of all denominations, and am ready at all times to extend the right hand of fellowship to every human being, who may be striving, under any name, to advance the cause of righteousness and bring men to a saving knowledge of the gospel of Christ Jesus. I communicated to Dr. Stone my desire to unite with his church (the First Baptist), at which he seemed highly gratified, although he said he desired me to act solely upon my own free will and my conviction of right and duty, and not through any partiality toward him or by reason of any undue influence he might possess over me. I satisfied him that my desire was the result of study and reflection, and on Friday evening, January 4, 1878, I offered myself as a candidate for Christian baptism and membership in the First Baptist Church of Fort Wayne at their regular covenant meeting. T related my Christian experience, told how I had been led, as I firmly believed, by the Spirit of God, to receive the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior; how the change of heart for which I had prayed came to me in the night, Converted Gambler. 217 only after I had made a complete surren- der of my worldly vices, and bade farewell to the gambling table forever ; how I had drawn the bolt of the door of my soul, where the Mas- ter had been rapping for admission so many years but in vain ; bow with the change of heart had come the feeling of peace and rest to which I had ever been a stranger, and how I had new and warm impulses of kindness and compassion for my fellow men to whose salvation I had vowed to devote the remainder of my life. After these remarks, I was requested to retire, and in a few moments my pastor joined me and told me I had been unanimously chosen to membership. Nine or ten days elapsed before my immer- sion. Several unauthorized announcements of the ceremony appeared in the daily papers, which had the effect of filling the church on each occasion. It was hardly necessary to say that the publications were not made for this purpose, as falsely claimed by some. The eventful evening finally came, and the cere- mony was performed in the presence of a vast assemblage. I append extracts from the ac- counts printed in two of the daily papers of Fort Wayne. 10 218 Mason Long: [From The News, Jan. 14, 1878.] " BURIED IN BAPTISM. MASON LONG TAKES UPON HIMSELF A NEW LIFE. " Last evening, long before the usual hours for service, the First Baptist Church on West Jefferson street was thronged with an earnest and interested assemblage, that had come to- gether to witness the solemn ordinances of baptism. The candidates consisted of one lady and three gentlemen, among the latter, Mr. Mason Long, so well and favorably known as one of the best hearted and most generous men in the community, who has lately turned from a life of pure and unadulterated cussedness to a higher and nobler existence, and whose sincere and honest profession can not but be fruitful of lasting good in the community. Mr. Long's example may safely be imitated by hundreds of his former companions in worldly life and pleasures. His address to the congre- gation was a manly confession of a stricken and contrite heart, and his words sank deep into the souls of the immense assemblage. Moist- ened eyes, many of them unused to weeping, were observed on all sides, and silent prayers from hundreds of sympathetic hearts were sent Converted Gambler. 219 upward for the new converts' continued faith and final glorious exchange of the church militant for the church triumphant. The re- marks of Rev. Dr. Stone were peculiarly appro- priate to the occasion, his welcome to the can- didates was cordial, and the impression made upon the vast audience was deeply impressive." \From the Sentinel, same day.] " BORN AGAIN THE ORDINANCE OP BAPTISM ADMINISTERED TO MASON LONG AND OTHERS LAST EVENING. " The Sentinel, on Saturday last, having given notice that the rite of Baptism would be administered last evening at the First Baptist Church, a large congregation greeted the can- didates ; in fact as early as seven o'clock, the large auditorium of this beautiful church was filled, and every foot of available standing room was crowded. The sensation of the hour was the baptism of the well-known temperance ora- tor, Mr. Mason Long, whose remarkable con- version from a life of more concentrated cussed- ness to the square foot, than perhaps any other member of the community, to an entirely new, and, it is to be hoped, holier existence, has caused such a profound sensation. That his 220 Mason Long: changed life and his concomitant professions are sincere, no real friend and well wisher hesi- tates to believe ; the skeptical are found in the ranks of those who miss his presence and pat- ronage, and remember him as their former friend and boon companion. Mr. Long connected him- self with the temperance movement last August, and, having thus evinced a desire to reform, be- came the subject of much solicitude and the tar- get of many heartfelt invocations to God, that he might be endowed with strength and cour- age to overcome the habits that seemed to have completely, and it was feared irrevocably, fas- tened upon him. Kind counsels, Christian arguments prevailed ; and from good to better Mace has gone on until he finds himself within the folds of a Christian Church, with vows reg- istered aloft to well and truly live so that when he is called to exchange worlds he can die in full hopes of a blessed immortality. "After the usual preliminary services, the Rev. J. R. Stone, pastor, called upon Mr. Long to say a few words, that the immense auditory could see that he understood the ordinance so soon to be administered, and that he had, after much prayerful meditation and mature delibera- tion, voluntarily accepted it with all its kindred Converted Gambler. 221 obligations. The assemblage was hushed to complete silence as he spoke the following words: " 4 How thankful I am that I have been spared to help make this scene. I am thank- ful that I can stand before you and claim Christ as my Savior. Only a few months ago I came to this house with a bleeding heart, and with tears of remorse and sorrow for my past wicked life. I listened to a sermon, every word oi which seemed especially intended for me, and I eagerly drank in the sweet music, which made my heart beat as it never had before. After the service one of the Sabbath-school scholars of the church came to me with a Bible, with many passages marked for me as my les- son ; why she gave me this book God only knows. I went to my room and studied my lesson. I was convicted and one month there- after went to the Rink, stood up before hun- dreds of people, confessed my sins, and asked God to forgive them. Then I went to my room seeking rest, but found none. Looking at the gambling apparatus for the last time, I left the room at two o'clock at night, went to a hotel, and found rest. " ' I again asked God's forgiveness, and then recalled the promise to my dying mother, that t?22 Mason Long: \ would be a good boy and meet her in heaven. How well I remember her last words, " God have mercy on my boy." Those are sweet words to me, and I am very thankful that they are yet fresh in my memory. I have one request to make of the Christian people ; that is, to pray for me earnestly, as I go down into the pool, that the dark past may be washed away forever, *nd that I may come up praising the Lord for- ever and forever. " ' May I say one word to my pastor : You have watched over me for years. I have shunned you time and again. When under the influence of liquor I have frequently met you in the streets, when my guilty conscience would drive me into an alley or saloon, where I knew you would not follow, and for this I now ask your forgiveness. I have prayed for God to allow you to remain with us for many years to come, as our pastor, and should it be your lot to be called from us, when you are standing with the angels above you will not forget your little flock on earth.' "There were few dry eyes among the audience upon the conclusion of the address, which was delivered in a feeling manner that appealed directly to the consciences of all present." I have never regretted for one moment the Converted Gambler. 223 step I took upon that memorable evening. As I emerged from the pool, I felt all my good purposes strengthened and my determination never to bring dishonor or disgrace upon the cause of Christ was more fixed than ever. The solemn and beautiful rite of baptism seemed to bring a blessing with it, and to inspire me with new courage and increased confidence, in the great conflict I had undertaken. I have suc- ceeded in fulfilling my solemn pledges, and in leading a consistent,upright,Christian life. I have prayerfully sought by word and action, to glo- rify the Lord, who hath done such great things for me, and I believe that by His blessing, I have been the humble instrument of accom- plishing some good. I am ready and willing to do whatsoever my hands can find, and I esteem it an especial comfort and privilege that I am able to labor in the Lord's vineyard. I feel deeply my own unworthiness, but have an abiding faith in the grace of God, that it will remain with me to the end. I am active in the church, and in the temperance cause, and my only regret is that it is not in my power to do all that I would like to, bringing perishing souls to a knowledge of Christ Jesus, and inducing poor sinful human beings to embrace the glorious salvation which is free to all 224 Mason Long: TESTIMONIALS FROM CLERGYMEN. From Rev. J. R. Stone, D.D., Pastor First Baptist Church, Fort Wayne, Ind. FORT WAYNE, July 5, 1878. TO WHOMSOEVER THIS MAY COME : This is to Certify, That Mr. Mason Long is a member of the First Baptist Church, Fort Wayne, Indiana, in good and regular standing, and that he has the full confidence and fellow^ ship of our entire membership. We regard him as a truly reformed, honest, worthy man, and a sincere Christian, as he is also an earnest, effective worker in the temperance cause. As guch we recommend him. J. R. STONE, Pastor First Baptist Church. From RfV. Samuel Haskell, D.D., Pastor First baptist Church, Ann Arbor. ANN ARBOR, May 30, 1878. MR. MASON LONG My Dear Brother: Absence from home, and illness, have pre- Converted Gambler. 225 vented my writing sooner, to say w hat I have desired to, since your labors in our city and vicinity. It is due to you, and to the cause at large, that we bear our testimony to the excel- lent effect of your addresses, and personal bearing among us. While all Christian people have taken you to their hearts in liveliest sym- pathy, and continued prayerful remembrance, many others, who had distrusted or feared the Christian element in our reform, have been brought to a wiser thoughtfulness. If an experience of the religion of Christ can do that of which you are a witness, hardened and prejudiced men must feel that they should think again before rejecting it, or disavowing its power in recovering the lost. May God keep and strengthen you, making you a still brighter and everlasting " epistle written in the heart, known and read of all men." Your audience here was the best of any weekly assembly which our year of remarkable meetings and eminent speakers had witnessed. Most sincerely yours, H ASK ELL. 226 Mason Long: Jfrorn Rev. H. A. Gobin, D.D., Pastor First Methodist Church, Lafayette, 2nd. LAFAYETTE, May 13, MB. MACE LONG Dear Brother : I was not permitted to hear you on your former visit to Lafayette, but as I listened to you last night, I was not surprised at the wonderful sensation and blessed influence pervading our city on the occasion of your first address in our temperance meetings. The recital of your experience is one of the most pathetic and satisfying testi- monies to the value of Christianity that I ever heard. May God bless you, my brother. You ought to spend your whole time in telling the story of your eventful life. Your zeal in sin almost ruined you, but your zeal in righteous- ness will not only bless your own heart, but by the blessing of God you can save thousands from the gulf of misery to which you were hastening. Several of our most intelligent citizens have remarked to me that your address was the most impressive appeal for temperance and religion they ever heard. For years and years you will be gratefully remembered in Lafayette. May you never do a thing to cast a shadow on our Converted Gambler. 227 esteem and love for you. We all say, may God bless Mace Long. Cordially your brother, H. A. GOBIN. From Rev. Robert MacKenzie, D.D., Pastor First Presbyterian Church, Lafayette, Indiana. LAFAYETTE, April 30, 1878. MASON LONG, ESQ. My Christian Brother : Let me assure you of the great good your words have done in our midst in awakening more of the spirit of the gospel in our temper- ance work in Lafayette. All the workers have been encouraged and refreshed by your visit. As for myself I can only repeat words I said to my congregation on the subject: " I have sat at the feet of seven professors for seven years, to fit myself to stand in the pulpit, but in the experiences of the human heart, in the spirit necessary to reach those who have wandered far from God, in the subduing, sweetening influ- ence of the gospel upon such hearts, I learned something from the related experience of Mace Long which I never learned from a professor, and which has greatly helped me to follow the Master in saving the outcast and the prodigal. And he was all the better teacher because he 228 Mason Long: did not know he was instructing us who sat ? ; his back on the platform." May God bless you, my brother, and kee\ you humble and near the Cross. May Go4 bless the Blue Ribbon movement that caught you in your downward way. Be faithful to the end if only for the dear mother's sake whose last pulse was a prayer for her boy. Yours in Christian temperance, ROBERT MACKENZIE, MY CHURCH HOME. WEST JEFFERSON STREET. REV. S. A. NORTHROP. PASTOR. A BRIEF CHAPTER FROM MY PASTOR. It is now over eight years since our beloved brother, Mason Long, became a member of the First Baptist Church in this city. His rescue from, a most sinful career and his conversion is indeed a miracle of grace and an unanswer- able argument in fuvor of the religion ol Christ. His per- severance in this new life against fearful odds, his develop- ment in character, his moral influence in life and speech, at home and abroad, are alone sufficient proofs of his sin- cerity, and most emphatic evidence of God's power to save the most wreckless and abandoned. His daily deportment, his guarded actions and words, and his every day life, anywhere and everywhere the same, in evil report as well as good, all speak louder than testi- monials or the applause of his fellow man. He has, therefore, the implicit confidence and Christian fellowship of pastor and church, and the esteem and respect of our best citizens. His spiritual and financial relations to his Church are always first and last in his heart, and when away from home he never forgets all obligations to his beloved Zion. His loyalty to Christ, and to the church of his first love, is sincere, strong, fervent, and growing. His methods in reaching the masses are practical, reas- onable, and eminently successful. His work on the streets, his sympathetic experience-talks, sustained by a male quar- tette choir, whose songs are soul-stirring, and the sale of his books, all conspire to rescue the perishing, lift up the fallen and reform a class of men which the best of preach- ers and churches fail to reach, and wherever he goes, if wide-awake pastors would follow up his work, the result would be surprising and telling. The writer is almost daily in receipt of letters from clergymen, laymen, and public-spirited citizens, wherever our brother has been, commending in the strongest and most hearty terms his work and the results. I most assuredly voice the sentiments of my congregation and our leading citizens when I say, God bless and sustain Mason Long in the great service he is doing mankind in winning the lost, and saving the fallen, and thereby build- ing up the kingdom of Christ in the world. FORT W\YNE, IND., April 7th, 1886. Concerted Gambler. 229 CHAPTER XII. A SUPPLEMENTARY CHAPTER WRITTEN BY MY PASTOR, AT MY REQUEST. My acquaintance with Mr. Long began in 1869. I had noticed in my congregation, soon after entering upon my pastorate in Fort Wayne, a gentleman of pleasing countenance and gen- teel appearance, who seemed to be a stranger to my people, and yet not a little interested in the services. He came again and again. I soon learned that he was known in town as "a sport- ing man, "and was a skillful manipulator of cards, and regarded as a lucky, plucky, jolly good fel- low. I would sometimes miss him from church for awhile, and was told that he was away on business ; perhaps at "the Races," which he followed from New Orleans to Saratoga ; or at some county or State fair, plying his " profes- sion ;" but if in the city, which he called his home and made his headquarters, he was pretty sure to be in our assembly, and apparently p.n attentive listener. 1 used to wonder at this, and one day I sought an interview with him, 230 Mason Long: that I might become acquainted with him more fully, and perhaps urge upon him personally, the claims of religion, reach his conscience, win his confidence, and, by the grace of God, bring him to Christ. He seemed a little sur- prised, at first, by my language and manner, but at once met me courteously, with cheerful good nature, and gentlemanly frankness. Upon my seeking, without undue abruptness, and as pleasantly, yet as faithfully as I could, to reach his heart and his conscience, I found him in- trenched behind his notions of morality and personal honesty, his ideas of manliness and the proprieties of business, his natural good nature and kindly disposition toward the poor, the unfortunate and the suffering, and his cheerful readiness to help the needy and the distressed wherever he might see them, and I subsequent- ly learned that his claims to be " a square deal- er," and " honorable" in all his professional ways, high-minded and gentlemanly, according to the code of fast and worldly men, were very generally accorded to him by his associates and acquaintances. Nor were his frequent and habitual kindnesses to persons in distress un- known or questioned. He was proverbially good-natured, kind-hearted and generous, and Converted Gambler. 231 his word of honor was, up to this time, undis- puted. He had just before failed in business, yet scarcely one of his creditors ever doubted his honesty of purpose or heart. I learned, also, afterward, that he could, at almost any time, even when "dead broke," at the Races or at home, borrow any sums he asked, upon his own word of honor. He was in many respects an exceptional person and character. It was there- fore not altogether vain boasting, as a man among men, when he put himself behind such intrenchments that he might seek to escape or parry the force of my friendly but earnest and faithful attack. He listened, however, upon the occasion I am speaking of, to my kindly words, and to my attempted presentation of the claims of religion, the -demands of Heaven's highest laws, and " the chief end of man," and as I spoke to him of the noblest possible living, the awards of the " Great Day," and the Har- vests of Eternity ! The interview was brief, and my subsequent recollections of it far from satisfactory, but it served a double purpose it gave me fuller insight and better knowledge of human nature in some of its more unprom- ising aspects and sur.oundings, so that I learned how better to reach gay and sportive young 232 Miison Lhowing the past, the present, and the future of a reformed drunkard. The past is a scene of woe over-hung with the clouds of despair. The present shows a bright running stream, R 11* 258 Mason Long: with its fountain-head springing directly from heaven. The future is the sweet land of Eden, illumined by the eternal sun-shine of the Father of mercies. Gazing upon the dark scene, we see two little stepping stones that are intended to lead the drunkard out to the solid rock in the clear, rippling present. Yonder you behold the poor inebriate, wrapped from head to foot with the serpent of intemperance. Hands beckon to him; strong voices hail him and urge him to leave the miry marshes of dissipation and walk out on the pillar of salvation. With trembling limbs he strides forward, places his feet on the sure foundation ; the reptile, scorched by the rays of the Sun of Righteousness, falls writhing at his feet, and he stands a free man rejoicing in his liberty. *' In my case it was a little different. When I took my first step forward, while I felt that I could not retreat, it seemed impossible for me to make any further advance ; for I could not get my eyes off the miseries of the past. But while I was in this critical condition the good people of the old Ark of Safety came to my res- cue, and, taking me by the arm, led me to the Rock that is higher than I, on which, thank God, I am this night firmly planted. Converted Gambler. 260 "O, praise His Holy Name, I am now, through no merit of mine, but through the alone merits of a crucified but victorious Savior, redeemed from the dismal swamp of alcoholic damnation, and this moment stand before you one of the most amazing examples of the Father's goodness on whom the sun ever shone. u I am here, thank the Lord, a reformed man, not resting in my own freedom, but anxious to go with you, temperance people, in the life- boat of the gospel out among tho ragged rocks of the maddened breakers of the dark ocean of debauchery, which is flooding the world, to snatch from the jaws of death the helpless vic- tims of rum, and having brought them safely to the shores of peace, to join you in letting the winds kiss the heavens with the news to God that we have done His will. " I can look at the scenes of the past, in the picture to which I have alluded, and see Judge Hammond's distillery, which many of you will remember as cutting a prominent figure in the play of ' Ten Nights in a Bar Room.' I see the dark waters of corruption oozing out of that establishment and blackening the earth near the beautiful stream of the present of the saved drunkard, but it car.not mingle with the waters 260 Mason Long: of this bright river, for they flow directly from heaven. I can see the director of that distil- lery (the devil) perched upon its top, looking down at a poor wretch whose gaze is riveted up- on him. The victim, like a bird charmed by the fatal glare of a snake's eyes, can turn his head neither to the right nor to the left. The only light by which the horrid picture is re- lieved is that of the lightning of God's wrath, which, flashing through the dark clouds that envelope the whisky mill, presents one of the most appalling tableaux ever beheld by man. " In this scene I can see hundreds of wrecks in my past life. Simon Slade, the once happy miller, built a tavern in the village in which this distillery was located, and connected a bar-room with it. He was one of the few men who drift into the liquor traffic innocently. He was beloved by the whole community, and all the first people of the place patronized him. Such men as Hammond would call and see him. Hammond's son, Willie, the brightest boy of the village, followed in his father's footsteps. In less than ten years, Hammond died in the alms-house. Willie had control of the estate. He became a gambler, and was eventually killed by the gambler Green, in his father's house. Converted Gambler. 261 While his life's blood was oozing from his wounds, his broken-hearted mother fell a corpse across him. Thus ended the Hammond family. Joe Morgan, Slade's former partner, had now become a drunkard. He was one of the fight- ing kind, and no one could do anything with him when he was drunk but his little daughter, Mary. She would go to the bar-room for him night after night. On one occasion, while he and Slade were quarreling, Slade hurled a glass at him, and, missing him, struck Mary just as she was entering the saloon door to take her father away. She was carried home, and on her death-bed drew from her father the promise that he would never drink again, after which she passed sweetly to her rest. Joe Morgan never took another drop of liquor dur- ing his life, and became a wealthy merchant. Mrs. Slade, the once happy miller's wife, after the death of Mary Morgan, lost her reason, and was taken to the mad-house, where she died. Slade had become a drunkard, and in a row with his own son, was murdered by the latter, who knocked out his brains with a whisky bottle in Slade's own bar-room. So ends the tragedy of Ten Nights in a Bar-Room. The man, Slade, made more drunkards in ten years . _ Mason Long: than all the other rum-sellers of his village did in forty years. You ask how. I will tell you. He was one of those rare specimens who go into the whisky traffic with clean reputations, and he therefore caught a class of men that the ordinary dram-vendor cannot reach that noble class of generous hearts who are the ones that invariably sink down to the lowest stratum of debauchery. " Now do you know that Slade's career as a retail dealer in liquid damnation was very like my own in many particulars. When I opened my place on Calhoun street, in Fort Wayne, Ind., I do not know that I had an enemy in the world. I bought "out a man who was taking in only from three to eight dollars a day. On the very first night of my proprietor- ship, I took in forty dollars, and my trade kept increasing till it looked like a county fair around the bar, and my customers were all of the higher class. When I quit the place, I did not have a friend on earth, unless it was some poor drunkard, like myself, who had no means of support. Thus will any man who drinks whisky wind up. " Now, then, let us as Christian people do our duty. I am ready to go with you back Converted Gambler. 263 among the ruins which mark the course of the black- winged destroyer, in search of those who are yet groping around in the bogs of intem- perance. " Let me say a word to praying people. Re- member your duty when you meet a poor drunken man on the street. Don't pass him by with an air of scorn. Stop and speak a kind word to him. Perchance it may go down into his heart, and there finding a resting-place, produce a smiling harvest of good in the future. If your kindness succeeds, you will, nine times in ten, save a noble hearted man. Never, in all my life, have I known a mean, penurious man with a pawn-broker's soul, to become a drunkard. It is nearly always the best man who gets down the deepest. "Here I am reminded of the lady who dropped her diamond ring in a mud-hole. Looking vainly up and down the street for some one to recover that ring for her, she rolled up her sleeve, thrust her hand down into the muddy water, and finding her jewel, rinsed it, held it up to the sun and exclaimed, 4 It is a diamond still ! ' " You will find many ' gems of purest ray serene' at the very bottom of the filthy pool of 264: Mason Long: intemperance ; and it is your duty to roll up your sleeves and reach down, though you may get your hands dirty, and clutching them in the strong grasp of love, bring them out into the sunlight of God. Great will be your re- ward if you are found faithful in the discharge of this duty. Why, it was only a little Sunday- school scholar that God used in saving me. "During the Blue Ribbon movement in Fort Wayne, I drifted one night into the old Rink in which the meetings were then being held. Soon I was surrounded by a band of the pray- ing mothers who were such efficient workers in that mighty temperance revival. *' ' We want you to sign the pledge,' said they to me. " * What is the use of my signing it ? ' I answered ; ' I would have to break it to-mor- row.' " ' No you won't ; and we will not let you go home till you sign.' " Well, I saw there was no chance of getting out of the thing. So I made them a promise, which I didn't intend to fulfill, that I would come back the next night and sign the pledge. This did not satisfy them, until a sweet little girl, whose face beamed with heavenly light, Converted Gambler. 265 stepped up, and, gently accosting one of the ladies, said in dulcet tones that thrilled me through and through : " * Mamma ! let him go home. He is telling the truth. He will come and sign to-morrow night.' Then raising her angelic eyes till they met mine, she said to me : " ' You WILL, WON'T YOU ?' "The aisle was now open, and I went to my room and tried to gamble, but I could not. I went out and tried to play billiards, but could not roll a ball. Wherever I went I could hear nothing but those cherubic words, ' You will, won't you T All night long they rang like par- adisic chimes in my ears. On the following morning, at the breakfast table, every dish I touched echoed back the inspiring strain, ' You will, won't you?'' And throughout that most memorable of all the days of my life, the air was everywhere resonant with the spell-binding appeal, ' You will, worft you T " Those words of the Holy Spirit from the honeyed tongue of an earthly seraph were the first that ever pierced my calloused heart, and roused to a quickening sense of my needs my long-slumbering conscience. "As the evening shades drew on I could 12 266 Mason Long: scarcely wait for the rink to open. One of the dear Lord's messengers had resurrected my dead manhood by an expression of unclouded faith in my promise, and, at the cost of my life, I would have shown myself worthy of that faith. " When the hour came, I was the first man to walk down the aisle of the old skating tem- ple and sign the pledge, which, I am glad to say, I have honored up to the present moment, and, God helping me, I will never break it. " The power, for good, of kindness and of confidence in humanity can never be measured. On the other hand, the chilling effects of disre- gard and of cold neglect can never be known this side of eternity. " I once knew a man of great wealth and respectability one who possessed the noblest qualities as a neighbor, and whom everybody who knew him respected. He had a down-fall in business, and, to drown his sorrow, took to drinking. Soon it was noised around that he was in the habit of getting drunk ; and finally, when he was seen reeling on the streets, his creditors closed in on him, and he was left pen- niless and friendless none seeming to desire to be known as having any thing to do with Converted Gwmbler. 267 him. In two years from that time he was a gutter drunkard. " The famous little horse, Red Cloud, started out a few years ago and won every race that was in his class for several seasons. His repu- tation became such that his owner was offered a very large sum of money for him on condition of his beating his former record. On the day appointed for the trial, he started, and went to the three-quarter pole a second sooner than he had ever done it before ; he was swinging into the stretch, and was coming home like a bird cutting the wind, when, all at once, he stepped on a little pebble, went lame and failed. From that very moment he was not worth within eighty per cent, of his former value. But since that time his owner has had him at numerous horse fairs, at every one of which he has drawn large crowds of people who, though they knew he was spoiled as a racer, were anxious to see and honor him for the laurels he had won. " But all the good the poor man, of whom I told you a minute ago, had done, was forgot- ten so soon as it was known that discourage- ment had driven him to dissipation. Strange, is it not, that we cannot treat our fellows 268 Mason Long: and the noblest souled of them at that as well as we do dumb brutes ? ," I will now compare myself to a horse. There used to be an old gray in Ohio that was a good one, but he was badly handled. He broke his owner up, and was more in debt to the National Association than any other horse I ever knew. His master used to have to pay $4,000 before he could start him in a race. Finally, he was taken off the track and put in the barn. But last Spring a neighbor of his owner went and told that owner that if he would give him a ten years' lease on old gray, he would pay the back entrance money. The offer was accepted. In a short time the horse, in the hands of his new proprietor, went into the race at Pittsburgh and won the second money. Remember, the horse had a change of handling. He went next to Grand Rapids and took a heat, and would have won the race had it not been for the jockeying ; but he took the second money again. Next he went to Detroit, and won the race, his lessee taking out of the pool box $1,850. " In 1865, I had plenty of money and was doing a paying business. It was ' Mr. Long,' then. After a while I became a drunkard and gambler. Then they called me * Mace.' I Converted Gambler. 269 soon lost all my money, and then my friends left me. I rallied, did well again and found men who would endorse me for $1,000 at a time. But I could not stand prosperity. I soon got to reeling again. Then everybody dropped me as though I had been a hot potato. I finally got in debt 11,500, and waited two years for some neighbor to take me out of the barn and put me on the turf again, but he never came. But when that darling child of Heaven took that twenty-four hour lease upon my honor, I began, under my improved handling, to realize my manhood once more. That night I matched the old gray horse when he was at Pittsburgh. The next night when I signed the pledge, I tied him when he was at Grand Rapids, and the night I gave my heart to God I won a race that no horse can win. All the money you have in Lafayette would not buy it, yet it cost me but the asking. " A great many people say they don't want to sign the pledge ; that nobody but drunkards and children join our church. I know better. Since my reformation I have received letters from several of our best statesmen, who highly praise the great Ribbon movements, and some of these men are personally identified with 270 Mason Long: these movements. On the other hand, I have never received a line or heard a word from any man of eminence backing up the liquor traffic, or recommending the use of liquor. Even Bob Ingersoll says that ' whisky demoralizes the man who makes it, corrupts the man who sells it, and sends a speedy damnation to the man who drinks it.' " And ye who speak contemptuously of chil- dren joining this movement have ye ever tried to measure the power for good exerted in this world by little ones ? What have I just told you about my own conversion ? And am I the only full-grown man whose heart has been stormed and captured by the love and confi- dence of a child ? By no means. The world's record of redeemed men, if it could be seen, would show tens of thousands who have been raised from the dead just as I was. God bless the children! Suffer them to come to the pledge table, and hinder them not ; for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven. They may do good, yea, they are doing good, often when you least expect it. I would rejoice to have every child in Lafayette join me in this grand work to- night. " Now I have a word for the men who drink Converted Gambler. 271 and gamble. I have been with you all through life. I have soldiered with you ; I have drank with you ; I have gambled with you. But with you in the path of sin and death, I can no longer travel. I love you as men, but no longer do I love your ways. I am here to-night to reason with you, and to show you the light that I have found. Don't you remember how, in 1861 and 1862, you tore yourselves away from everything that was dear to you in this world? Don't you remember how you left your feeble fathers, your praying mothers, your weeping sisters, your heart-broken wives and children, who vainly clung to your necks to hold you back, and rushed to the nearest rally- ing point, to place your names on the grand roll of the country's defenders? You said, ' I must go. My honor is at stake ; my government is in danger.' You marched on and on till you stood a living target before the enemy. Why did you make this great sacrifice? To save your nation and vindicate your nation's flag. Now, we are here to enlist you again, and in a cause that lies as near the hearts of all good people, and involves to as great an extent the highest interests of the country, as the matters which were in issue in the memorable year of 272 Mason Long: 1861 a cause in which you and yours are di- rectly concerned. Your dear ones at home will be filled with joy unspeakable to hear that you are going with us in this grand army, battling for the right. Do you remember 1865 ? when you came home from the war ? You were then America's bright and shining stars. Look at yourselves to-night ! Are you what you thefi were ? If you are not, you can lay your fall t that thief of the world that has stolen our land, and ruined so many of our brave boys. I am here as a recruiting officer. It will cost you nothing to go with us. We do not subject you to an examination, but take you just as you are. You will not see the examining surgeon till the war is over ; and O, how I do pray that you, boys, as well as myself, may be ready to meet Him when you are mustered out of this service. " I know I have much to do to keep myself straight, and I am trying so hard to do it. But thank God, I have a Mighty Helper. But I should not have that Helper if I had not turned and taken the first steps toward Him. How well I remember the night of the sixth of August, 1877, when the Christian ladies of Fort Wayne pointed out to me the temperance star, and that little angel of Jesus fixed my Converted Gambler. 273 gaze upon it. Can I ever forget how those golden words, * You will, won't you ? ' awoke in my heart the long silent voice of my mother, and how her last words, 'G-od have mercy on my boyf chimed in with those of the sweet messenger at my side. "I followed that temperance star till it merged itself into the star of Bethlehem. I'll tell you how it was, boys. " In a few weeks after I signed the pledge I wandered one Sunday into Dr. Stone's church, in Fort Wayne, and listened to a sermon every word of which exactly fitted me. Then the choir sang, * What shall the harvest be ? ' and I wondered what my harvest would be from the seeds I had sowed. As I was leaving the church the same little girl who revived my lifeless conscience with her transfixing 4 You will, won't you?' came to me with a book. It was the Bible. Handing it to me, she said, 4 1 have marked a lesson there for you. Will you study it?' Of course I answered, 'Yes.' Could I answer anything else? I went to my room with that book. I soon found my marked passage. It read, ' For we must all appear be- fore the judgment seat of Christ, that every one may receive the things done in the body, S 274 Mason Long: according to that he hath done,' etc. I could . read no further. My whole case lay in that verse. I wondered what good I ever had done. I tried to strike a balance sheet, and I found that all the good I had ever done wouldn't balance one day's sin. I wondered in what condition I should appear before the judgment seat of Christ. I then took spiritual counsel of Dr. Stone, Dr. Moffitt, and others. I told them I was guilty, and that I knew of nothing better than to lay my case before the Great Judge, and trust to His decision. My coun- selors indorsed my views and told me go ahead. "I presented my case to God, and in the silent hours of the night, awaited alone in my room the result. My oC'.il was miserable in the contemplation of the wickedness of the past. I had noi slept for several nights. I went down on my knees and asked God to give me just one hour's sleep. But no rest came to my weary eyes. I rose and turned on my gas^ whose light revealed to me the sight of my gambling tables and my splendid side-board, the latter still supplied with the finest liquors. Instantly I asked myself, ' Why should God bless me in such a place as this ? ' Remember, of all my habits, gambling was the dearest. 1 Converted Gambler. 275 loved to gamble, as I loved to eat when very hungry. So much was I enamored of it that I had not thought of giving it up as I had given up the use and sale of whisky. My demijohns and bottles were corked and stowed away in my side-board, but my gambling tables were still in use. I thought I could be a temperance man and a gambler at the same time. Yes, strange as it may seem to many, I even thought I could be a Christian and a gambler. My passion for games of chance wholly blinded me to their evils. But when I rose from my knees that night, a new light lit up the one still dark- ened chamber of my conscience, and I saw my great mistake. Might then and there I made a full surrender. I walked to the door and bade my gambling room an eternal adieu. I went to a hotel and retired to bed, bedewing my pillow with hot, scalding tears. Completely exhausted, I soon fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning my heart was as light as a feather, and as full of joy as it could be. God, O, hallowed be His name ! had changed it in the stilly hours of slumber. I arose and hurried down street to tell the good news. My heart was clean; my soul was happy, and I wanted to tell it to the world. I am here to-night to tell it to 276 Mason Long: you, gambling and drinking boys, and to lead you, if possible, by way of the temperance pledge, to the same solid rock on which I stand and rejoice in the glory of God. tk But, boys, I would have you to know that I have my dark hours hours in which I am tempted and sorely tried. The monster which, by God's help, I overcame on the night of the sixth of August, 1877, trails me wherever I go. He is here to-night, ready to spring upon me if I would give him an opportunity. But he shall never again fasten his fangs upon me. I don't fear him now, for God is my friend, my unfailing support. " For twenty-five years I wandered through this world with no guide but my dying mother's prayers ; and during many of those years that guide was neglected, forgotten. But I want to promise you now, as I do her, that, God helping me, I will never forget her prayers again. "And here I will say to her, have patience, dear mother ; when my work on earth is done, I will stand with you on the right hand of God! " May He bless you all. Good-night ! Good- night I " Cmverted Gambler. 277 The speech given above should be read by everybody. To unreformed men it is a power- ful exhortation. To reformed men, it is an almost unexampled piece of inspiration. To staid Christians and religious teachers it is wor- thy of all study as an exposition of practical theology and of the true method of labor among those whom Jesus boldly declared He came to save. To all that class of moral people who adopt the miserable policy of freezing sinful souls into repentance ; of driving men away from their errors by turning to them the cold shoulder, Mr. Long's recital of the influence that led him to sign the pledge of total absti- nence, will prove eminently instructive. The sweet confidence and the unselfish love of that little girl, whose magic appeal, " You WILL, WON'T YOU ?" literally turned the poor, inebri- ated gambler's darkness into day, accomplished what all the advice and all the lecturing he ever received had utterly failed to accomplish. Those divine words were flashes of light from the Eternal Throne. From the great heart of God Himself, passing through the pure, confid- ing heart of an innocent child, they quickened the dead affections of that hardened man, opened his eyes to his wretched condition, and 278 Mason Long: breathed a saving vitality into his long-asphyx- iated conscience. Those four potent monosyl- lables were worth more to his gloomy spirit than all the set discourses to which he had ever listened. Praise the Lord for the tender darlings who amid the stifling smoke of the soulless logo- machies, in which the ambitious pulpits of the nineteenth century are butchering Christianity, driving the humble away from the church, and putting the Savior to an open shame before the skeptical world raise their tiny fingers and, under that divine inspiration which has always preferred sympathy to talent, love to learning, point directly and so charmingly to the all- atoning Lamb, who, while with man, held them up as the earthly type of His Father's dwelling place. All other important facts are so fully given in his speech that I refer the reader to that for them, and proceed to close this chapter with a description of him as a speaker and with some account of hia temperance labors. Mason Long is a very earnest but never a very loud talker. He rarely rises above his monotone, which is remarkably musical, pa- thetic and impressive. To few orators will an Converted Gambler. 279 audience lend a more eager attention. His touch is exceedingly delicate, and his appeals are unusually tender, wonderfully effective. When he closes his speech with that prayer to his mother, with which the preceding speech concludes, there can be seen scarcely one dry eye in the audience. In expression he is ready and fluent. In manner he is graceful and dig- nified. His diction is rich and florid. His rhetoric, though open to criticism, is faultless to the masses, whom he invariably charms. To do the work among unreformed drunkards and gamblers, there is not, perhaps, a more ef- fective speaker in the country, while at the same time, the most refined love to hear him. He is clearer of provincialisms and slang phrases than the great majority of the reformed men, who are now on the platform. This commends him in an especial manner to those people who are highly sensitive in regard to the use of such expressions. Since his reformation he has been keeping a model temperance coffee house in Fort Wayne, Ind., but has, nevertheless, been almost con- stantly in the field as a Blue Ribbon evangelist, and has done a vast deal of good in Northern Indiana, and throughout a considerable portion 280 Mason Long: of Ohio. He has induced thousands to sign the pledge, and has been the means of reform- ing hundreds of gamblers. His integrity, hu- mility, and deep sincerity, added to his energy and his fine natural abilities, render him a mighty power for good in the land. And when they shall come from the east and the west, and from the north and the south, and shall sit down with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Mason Long will sit down with the rest of them. Handsomely illustrated." Well written and deeply Inter- esting." " I > i ~c- USHCM ! Reliable and Easy Action- Solid and Elegant Cases. 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