Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-04-27

De more AZ SSSSs WOnQeF JO00 mas not
kindled fire, it is really chilly this morn
ing"
81 suppose, Kate, you will allow US
peep at your house you remember how
curious you used to be to see the estab-
lishment ola BRIDE"
"Yes, and | would have asked you be-
fore to have looked over the rooms, but
suppose they are in sad disorder we had
company last evening"
"And your husband so unwell! lido not
wonder that you are exhausted this morn
ing but TO excuses, pray favor US with a
sight at the premises"
"Certainly this is the dining room,
and when put to rights it is really very
pleasant; our servants never do any thing
till they are obliged to do it, and they have
not cleared the table since supper"
"Y ou are not strictly temperance people
see by the decanters and bottles of cham
payne which bear witness Of once being
filed"
"No, Walter thinks he cannot relish
his food without little stimulus. |, you
remember, CAGE subscribed the pledge"
"Yes, it read thus. Taste not, touch
not, handle not | am afraid. Kate, you
are not living, active witness of your
signature"
"Women, you know, cannot do much
their influence is small"
81 do not agree with you there, Mrs.
Saunders. | think"
SHOW don't. Every time see Mrs.
Barnham she is reading me lecture on
temperance. I am tired of the very
name -
"Yes. but our motto is, Lime upon line,
precspt upon prccept, here little and
there a lit.le.'"
"Come. come here is the library and
here the drawing room do you see any
thing lacking togender me happy! But
Walter is coming down."
Mr.. Saunders entered the room, and it
needed no physician to inform US the
cause OF his illness the preceding night.
His countenance was red and bloated,
while tie fumes OF his s!enching breath
too plainly pr reclaimed the depth of his
rotations Kate, Kate, deep sorrow and
shame will be thy portion! Thy welded
husband, alas! the noble, the proud, the
gifted Waller Saunders is drunkard.
Six years have rolled on, and where
are our friends Come with me. That
splendid mansion is the country seat ofihe
Hon. George Barnham. That elegant
woman and those cherub children are his
wife and babes. Ay, and there is the
husband and father. Right worthy ia he
of the holy, sacred trust which his hesv.
ealy Father has givan him. He is man
to be loved, respected and honored. But
Mrs. Barnham is alfred for ride. Let
US accompany her. Perchance she is CO.
ing to call on Our old acquaintance, Mrs.
Saunders. No, she has passed the house
where we formerly found the bride. Why
ere we goiag down this dark, narrow,
| filthy street! On some object Of mercy;
for Mary Barnham can have no other
object in entering this den of wee. She
opened door and descends into low,
damp cellar. A poor woman stretched
on miserable bed, with two children by
her side, meets her view. That voice
it is Kate Saunders the gay, the bloom.
ing girl of some years ago! Where poor
desolate woman is thy husband Walter
Saunders sleeps in drunkard's grave
Yes, and his wife is drunkard's widow,
and his children orphans.
"This is kind, very kind, Mary to seek
me out; this is sad reverse from what
in years gone by, anticipated. Do you
remember, Mary, that Ipromised you in
half dozen years, to compare notes, and
see who was the happiest wife, you or 1?
We need it not: had needed your moni-
tons, Mrs. Burnham, this would not have
been; but knowingly, wilful!y. welded
drunkard, and now am punished; an
outcast from society, poverty stricken and
heart broken. My children! o! Mary,
they are innocent, God will care for them
and bless them" Yes, God did provide
for them, and they are happy. But their
poor parents rest lie the grave, the victims
Of intemperanco.