Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-04-16

NoullE~ttI - E'ib Win int aA"tN g ''''''
you needn'tbe 'fraid III come back drunk,
ter I'll never drunk another drop a- long
as ! live, never. Du you 'spose want
my boys to be 'bliged to leave me as this
boy did his father? ken tell you this
bottle has done its last job Tor me, so here
it goes, ut this he sprang from his chair,
opened the door, and flung il with all
his might out into the darkness.
.There," said te akin. a long breath,
f." ruther guess I've hd ihe Iempter ln
,he head thi, tune--wny, what you cry /
IN about wife z"
But "wife" could not answer word, /
she laid down her knitting aud came +
around to her husband and--no matter
what-we only know that there was re-
ioieing in their home that night, and
light came into the hearts Of the good
couple that went no more out forever.
The next morning Jamie and his kind
friend were on their way before the light
came in the east, and at night were fifty
miles nearer the Granite State. Here
they parted much to the regret OF both.
Here's some money for you" said the
farmer as he shook Jamie's hand. u
ruther 'speet you'll need it fore you gil
home"
Il don't want you to thank me-" he
continued seeing Jamie's emotion at his
kindness. Go, now, we shall think OF
each other sometimes I'll warrant, though
taint much I've done for you "
With thankful heart Jamie left him
and went on alone. Then came toiisome
hours when his feet grew weary, and his
soul fall of terrible despair that told him
he must certainly never hope to see his
mother again. because the autumn trosts
had made the roads SO hard, because there
we're such hills to climb and forests TO 60
Through. and more than all because every
one looked with such fierce eyes upon
him when he asked '' Which is the way
to the White Mountains p and scolded
him because he troubled their little souls
TO answer and hated hm because they
thought him a ragged little beggar. Day
after dav went on writing out for jamie
ITS weary, fearful history a history that
il would make our hearts ache to know
history that we pray may never be
written again on the lite-Page of little
child.
But ut la>t-O. joy there were the
white hills, how beautiful they looked
how soon he should see his mother and
Dick. The sun went down, and left the
cold gray clouds hurrying the coming
storm across the heavens, and yet he had
miles to measure in the darkness thai
came down from the forests and gathered
close about him. An hour passed anC
he was at his mothers door, but strange
face looked out upon him and babe hin
e Il gone"
Isn't my mother here =
J Your mother. who is she!"
Mrs. Wiulay.7
"Wen she's gone to old Mr.. Winlay'
long ago; toe live here now"
Where does Mr. Winlay live?"
Second house from here, toward tn
u village"
The door closed, ard seemed TO shn
OUT with If every ray Of light and hop
. for Jamie he was so tired and cold.
was siorming now and ,h- wind drov
.. the frozen sieet against his face, whirIe
it round and round him causing him {
hear such strange voices in the air.
When but a few rods from the house h
sank upon the earth from sheer exhau.
taiion. his fathers white drunken fac
= seemed to peerat him from ;he shiyerin
u darkness and cold hands to hold him iat
TO the ground threatening % keep hi'
forever from his mother
:. But he reached the door at last an
dropped down upon the step-stone befo'
it with hands 50 benumbed that hr couI
not knock loud enough to arouse she il
mates. lie wonders if he shall die
the Wild night; be shouts Mothe
, mother. Dick. oh Dick but the stor
Y shouts louder than be, and they DO u
shear him; only the Heavenly Fnh
y" hears and puts new thought into b
heart, and Jamie knock, with bis clhov
once. twice. then light flashes out ir"
an upper window, on the stairs are foo
,ieps. In a moment the door j. open'
little way, aud Auu, silIah asks = WI
/. there 2" The light e.eeps down oy
.amie's bowed form Aunt Sillah SRI
'P where the light fals, pushes back ii
door and bends over bim, never mindii
the storm upon her head.
what has happened sillab," a.