Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-08-05

| Five dimes repaired the breeches.
From the Memphis Intelligencer.
DELLA PEMBERTON.
BY REV. PHILLIP p. NEELY.
q am glad you have come, William said Adella
Pemberton her husband he entered the room late
one evening in November, feel so lonely as the
night winds beat against the walls, and Agnes has
been worse all the evening. William, know your
business in town demands much of your time, yet
will you not try and spare yourself from it, SO that
you spend your evenings with me until our little
babe is beyond the danger of another paroxysm! 1t
frightens me SO much when you are away. When
she was recovered, l will endeavor to resign myself
to your necessary absence
Her kind words and pleasing eyes went directly to
young wife affectionately to his bosom replied,
'Yes, Idella, / have neglected you and our little
Agnes too long. promise you to watch with you
until she is quite well. Tomorrow evening will
bring out collection of books, so that our hours of
watching may pass pleasantly and proftably.
'You very kind to me- said Idelia while tears,
such she had not shed for weeks gathered in her
eyes.
William Pemberton was young man of ardent
and generous feelings. Having received liberal
education under the direction of his uncle. and pos
sessing h andsome patrmony, he embarked in the
mere ante business in the loveliest village of the
south. 1t was there he saw Idella Chandler. She
was just seventeen, and such was the gentleness
and amiability of her disposition that few months
association was sufficient to win his affections. He
wooed her, and was successful. They were as happy
pair as ever knelt before the bridal altar; and none
that gazed upon him, he stood in the manlness of
youth, or on her, as she trembled beneath robe of
purest white-beautiful emblem of spotless heart,
and were united in the most halowed relation on
earth, would have dreamed that shadows would ever
darken the path on whose fowry Threshold they
were then standing.
At the time our story opens, they were living IN
retired cottage house, short distance from town.
Two years had glided by since their marriage, and
the morn of their welded love had been unclouded.
The frank, ingenious nature of William Pemberton
made him the easy subject of temptation, and unfor-
tunatey his resistance was but too unsuccessful
For some weeks he had returned home late at night
maintaining throughout the evening silent and mo-
rose manner. He gave his excuse, that the open
ing of his full stock of goods required his unceasing
attention, and the confding Idella, with creduty
inseparabe from true affection, doubted it not Per-
haps if she had marked closely the expression of his
eye, or had narrowly watched his STEP the widness
of one, and the unsteadness of the other, would
have revealed with too dreadful certainty, the fear
full peril to which he was exposed She knew that
he not he was, but the voice of affection
whispered an excuse for him, in the worldly cares
with which he was surrounded. Of his absence she
had not yet complained; but when her babe sckened
she ventured to plead for the company of her hus-
band and prevailed. The recovery of Agnes was
rapid. During the evenings which William passed
at home it seemed as if he and Adella, had entered
upon new existence. All his former tenderness
returned. He read to his wife, and hung around the
couch of the little Invalid; administered needful
storatives with husbands kindness and a fathers
love. When the child recovered entirely, William
still spent his evenings with his family in reading or
rambling. 1t was season of quietude and peace
Gradually he returned to his former habits-drank
deeper and deeper into the wine cup, until it cast off
the bonds of moral restraint and bound him in its
damning vassalage. Idela-the gentle, the devoted
Idella-was the last to believe William Pemberton
a drunkard. -e...--. 80
1t was stormy night in the winter of 1910. The
wind blew in fitful gusts, and the fell through
the capboard roof of miserable howell in of the
streets of -. Gathered around handful of was
ting embers in that wretched hut, was pale woman
and two children, daughter about fourteen, the
other son, seemingly about six years old. The
mother sewing by the feeble light of the old lamp
fastened to the wall, while the daughter read to her
the experience ola reformed drunkard, had been
slipped under craggy door shutter by some unknown
friend. This was the once happy Idella Pemberton,
and her worse than orphan children. Her husband
had drank till he was sot-nay more, pauper.
His property was gone his kindness was gone,
and upon the feeble Idella and her daughter fell the
support Of the family. She was frail creature and
the suferings Of the mind, combined with those Of