The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-03-05


self Now / am so used to the taste of different
liquors, that blend them all in one somehow
Is it as good &C It looks to be y
"Yes, yes, guess it isl reptile Warren " 1t
is quicker than that you CAV, me to try this
forenoon" With these words the lad placed his
hands OIL his throbbng temples.
Phippen turned aside to hide Satanic smile.
as he said to himself, I" Now guess I've got him
safe, whatever HIS fussing mother wants to til
CONTRARY. couldn't find another like him In
weeks journey. .......
.'Phippen treated Warren SO kindly. and when
the miserable father came in gave him so much
good advice about reforming and worEing, that
the boy began to like him very much. Warren
little dreamed that Phippen was leading him in
the same footsteps which his father had travelled
long ago with tha same villainous helpet.
But the watchfulness Of a true mothers eyes
is second to none on earth.
A few days passed by. and again flushed
cheek and sparkling eye alarmed Mrs. Thorne
Under pteterce Of tying his cravat, she bent
down to catch his breath, when to her horror,
she detected the odor of brandy. She immedi-
ately implored her peritent child, whose tears
mingled with her own, TO tell her the whole
ruth he did so without the slightest reserva-
ton. What could exceed her agony? Soon
her husband came home in state Of intoxica-
ton. Her brain reeled as if delirium had seized
| 1t, for this accumulation of misery had we'll
nigh driven reason from its throne. On one
side sat her husband, as miserable and loathsome
a sight as one ever sees on the other, her only
son. whose soft, round cheek and blue eye, told
a fearful tale Of early inebriacy. She looked
wildly at her little daughter, who, amid all this
woe was trifing with the rude playthings
which her brother had made her. In few mo-
rhent after gnashing teeth and clenching heI
fists to keep down her terrible emotions, the
mother rose, and bidding her boy accompany
her, without waiting to Dress she led him from
the house.
Where's Warren?" asked Phippen, coming
into the store, and looking round for the lad
Where's Warren? ?" he asked again.
"I believe he's coming up the street now" re
piled boated clerk looking ou, of the win
dow.
He IS COMING, AND HIS FRENzIED MOTHER
TOO. Hear her.
He glanced hastily at the door.wuy-ther
stood the poor sufferer.
"Sir is it not enough that you tempted m
husband id his youth p she exclaimed, "whel
he was all the fondest heart could wish; tempt
led him. weak, trusting fool that he was! TIL h
became the loathsome thing he is? Is it no
enough that you have driven him and his Iamil
into woe and poverty, that you might fatten o
his gold? Is it not enough, that the low, bloal
ed forms about you, are your helish work, tina
, you seek TO drag down 10 perdition this boy, m
son, whose feverish flesh speaks now your ta
of iniquty. Listen. May EVERY CHILD G
/ YOURS FALL INTO A nRUNKARD's GRAVE. Ma
YOU SIP UNTOLD AGoNrEs FROM THE MISERY 70
HAVE HEAPED ON OTHERS and Warren, son
my early, happy love, MAY YOU, TOO, IF Yo
= EVER RAISE THE CUP OF INroxTcATIoN TO YOU
LIPS, MEET 4 LIKE DOOM" A moment later, 81
: had turned away, the hand Of Warren clencht
!, tightly in her own.
= Ugh | shouldn't like that curse hangil
d over my head Phippen," observed one spect
A, tor; with blanched cheek. " Give me gla
to drive it off" he resumed. Before the Iiqu
20 was quite mixed, he added, buttoning up
coat, /" / believe | won't take it," and throwi
the fourpence to pay for the trouble of mixi
70 it, he left the store. prunkards hate to
y thought MEAN by those who have made them
al low. and worse than mean.
G. "Stanton seems quite shot by the crazy v
ed mans gab," said Phippen, trying to still
a. nerves by strong glass OF brandy. He used v
extravagant language all that afternoon; b
at desperately as he tried, he could not evade
terrible force of the fearful curse. Not I'll
no. nor long after-no, oh no.