The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1853-08-25
JACKSON G Il, OHIO THURSDAY, AUGUST Is, 1876
CHAPTER III,

JIIn ocrogglns recovered from his de
bauch. but the first thing he saw when h,
came into The kitchen 10 the morning wa
two daguerreotypes which lay on the ia
Bile.
he picked up one of them, and started
back in confusion. when he recognised hi
own distorted features.
lie examined the other. 1t was IN,
countenance Of the first, with eyes open
looking Ten times more hideous than tn,
sleeping pictures.
Good gracious!' he exclaimed; did
ever look so internal homey as ihatl' ant
he proceeded to scrutinIze the pictures q
second time.
Blame me il | thought ever looked Sc
confonnded mean as that, | 90 down anC
jump into the river
i have seen them though that looked
Just like that ere,' continued he; 'butthen
was drunkards; now hain't drunkard
though | sometimes get little sizzed.-
never lit my pipe at the pump, though
dowSomever, them was taken for me
though when or where have no kind
o notion. There's the old hat, and there's
the old coat-no mistake
The footsteps Of his wife caused him ia
drop the pictures, and he FASTENED out oI
the house TO avoid the tempest which he
thought his wickedness would call down
upon his head.
Ii is noble fact that he omitted his
morning dram on this occasion, and his
wife took courage. Like a prudent wo.
man, as she was, she did not say word
about the occurrences of yesterday, and
permitted him 10 eat his breakfast in
peace.
He got through the day without drink.
ing drop, but on the following day the
old apetile clamored for the usual dram,
and in the afternoon, while his wife was
in the sitting.room, he went to the closet
where he kept the bottle.
But the first thing that he met his gaze
was two daguerreotypes, resting against
his black bottle. There was Jim Scrog.
gins, drunk--awake.
Jim stopped TO think. He fully resolv.
ed never again 10 be the loathsome being
they represented him to be. Taking the
black bottle, he went TO the door with it,
and with right good will hurled it on the
door. stone. where it was dashed into a
thousand fragments, and the delectable
stuff irretrievably lost.
Halo, what are you about said a
young man just entering the yard.
Smashing my rum bottle. said Jim
with admirable GOODNESS.
You are the doglype man, amt you?'
said Jim.
Il am
W ak in, if you please, said Jim. ush.
ering Mr.. Shadow into the sitting room
where his wife and daughter were.
Wife, said he, you had them picutres
taken?'
4 did, James,
I've broken the bottle, and 10 look
ing like them things again, never will
Thank God F! James; hope you never
will.
Here is the pledge, said Mr.. Shadow,
who was a temperance man in practice
as well as in principle,
Ill sign it, by the mighty!' and Jim did
sign it,
Now, wife, will you rub them pictures
outl'
Certainly, James, and she went for the
pictures.
And now,' said the young man, 'Mr.
it you will walk over to my
saloon shall be happy to take the real
man. as God made him.
Ill do il; and Betsey you shall come.
too. and Susy.'
Susy went with her father and mother,
though her picture had been taken. On
the way Mr.. Shadow walked by her side,
and said a great many silly things.
The daguerreotypes were taken, and
Jim was surprised to see the difference
between the picture of drunken man
and that of a sober one.
He drank no more liquor, and though
this incident happened three years ago,
he is still sober, reputable man in the
village. The little place is paid for, and
Mrs. S. is superlatively happy.
Susan, in less than year, became the
wife of Mr.. Shadow, who, notwith-
standing his name, is man fsubstance,
and loves his wife all the more because he
was instrumental in saving her from the
degradation of being drunkard's daugh-
ter.
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