The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1853-06-30
would rather be right than be President-H. CLAY.



! Thus argued, thus plead, Eveleen Wade
the beautiful, fashionable, fascin ating Eve
leen Wade, and mind after mind yielded t
her influence, and gave helping hands t
her labors.
| Not only had she abandoned her Ney
Years Party; but scores who were to hav
been her guests, entered into her plans, an
when the Christmas morn was ushered up
on the city by the merry shouts and loud re
joicing of those who knew no want or care
hearts that one week before were coldl
ing high with renewed hope, and were en-
joying substantial comfort for the day an
time, through the influence Of one fashiona
BILE woman, who had resolution enough t
live out the promptings of her better ma
ture.
And were none made happy by the recip
| tents of these favors! None do you ask
Not one who had entered into this grea
work but realized in heartfelt satisfaction
that great truth-sItis more blessed to Civ,
than to receive,' and doubly more blessed t
give than to waste. And such Christina
was spent in the humble home of Frank ant
Caroline Wilson.
1t would take another long tale to tell i
all as it should be told. You will never for
get little H ellen or her earnest appeal to he
mother-sDont let Mrs. Wilson cry So.
Gentle reader, know my tale has NJ
strong excitement or startling denouement
nothing in it but whut might have happened
if it has not (and part Of it has happened,
turn not from it as stale story; but let il
be a hint to you of the good you may DO, il
you but try. Has your heart not been
prompted, and have you not shrunk from du.
ty and said-sIt is no use, me and mine are
safe.' Think not so; answer not the angel
within SO colby, lest it leave you alone
You may win one, two, three, and you dc
that all, in time, will be won. There is in
every circle an Eveleen Wade who if she
will do her duty may influence thousands
and a few Eveleen Wades might save the
nation. Up, then, every one to work, shout
ing-'Duty bound Who'll follow!'
Charles Wade found that his old frient
was not now in condition to converse; but
he gained from him a promise to stay al
home till evening, when he would call a.
gain. In the evening he went and found
him writing; long, long talk served to re-
new the old friendship. Charles Wade ac-
knowledged and asked forgiveness for his
former error, and frankly confessed to his
scarcely sober companion, that he telt him
self, even now as it were, standing upon the
brink of destruction, and that he was about to
make firm resolve to tamper no more with
his passions and appetites.
Frank said, 81 will go with you. Here
in the presence Of my Oldest friend, in the
presence of my children and my wife, will
pledge myself to become sober man, il
you will give me the means of supporting
my family till dare present myself to men
and ask for employment. Over and over
have tried, but before my eyes were clear,
or the brand of shame had left my face, the
wants of my family, the cold reproach of the
world, the gnawing of temptation, and the
goadings ofconscience, have driven me back
to the old haunts, to drown in beastly ine'
briation the sorrows of the hour. Yesterda.
took the lowest step in degradation;
robbed my wife, my poor, toiling, suffering
wife. You will say had robbed her before
broke my pledge and done my worst, and Sc
| had, but somehow there was a kind of sal
vo to my conscience, in thinking all was le-
gally mine, and that in the eye of the law
had right to it. never took from her .
cent before, that felt she had worked for.
- Worried for! only listen to that! Charles;
was it my tongue that said that!-I who had
once looked upon woman as immaculate, the
connecting link between God, and heaven
and man, the fallen-I, who would have been
nsulted, and prompted to have spurned a
man with the heel of my boot, had he limited
that my pife, my delicate, refined, gentle,
beautiful Caroline, should ever have been
by me compelled, to get even meal of vic
tuals; and yet, Charles, |, yes, Frank vii.
son. and he clasped his companions wrist
with grasp that made the blood stand still
'crept out of my bed yesterday morning, ane
like mean, crouching hound, stole from hel
pocket the quarter she had earned by scrub
bing floors on Saturday, and which was to
have purchased bread and meat for their din
ner,' and he pointed to the group in llttle
back room, 4 stole it and bought Jug full
OIL, oh God! Charles Wade, now, now
while you have your manhood, flee from the
wrath to come