The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1860-06-21

ing lips, the long slumbering thirst cam
back. He drank again and again frs
wine, then brandy. His thirst SCENE
Unsuitable. Finally Jones refused hin
another drop, aud leading him to tn
door, pushed him out into the street
Then he staggered home to his own sa,
and terror stricken wife. Oh, Life
what unguarded moments hast thou -
Moments ia which but one faint whispc
of the Tempter can turn the scale whicl
no after pcnitencc can replace
"WelI, | dcclarc,' soliloquizcd Jone:
as he turned wearily upon his bed that
night, 81 did not think he could drinl
SO much why never saw person thai
required so little coaxing I'm real sor
ry-1 had no idea-but them" he added
and triumphant smile cleaned across
his hardened countenancc, "won't it cut
down the Good Templars? lie was one
of the officers. No, I'm not sorry after
ALL" and he turned over and went to
sleep.
That night his guardian angel, (if he
had one, vcilcd her face and wcpt, and
the mocking fcnd looked on and smiled
and watched the RumseIIcr's slumbers.
Another twelve months has been added
to the past, ere we again look upon the
Village Tavern. 1t is nearly sundown,
the place wears the same appearance as
usual. Jones is leaning against the door
conversing with a gentleman who evi-
IDENTITY belongs in the village Just now
the stage has stopped, and fine looking
old gentleman alghts, steps up on the
piazza, declining the landlords polite
invitation to enter, on the plea Of wish
ing OF Iy to rest a moment preparatory to
visiting some friends residing near
himself in the willow chair, looks around
upon the village with an air Of both in
terest and pleasure"
$50 Jones the Temperance men have
about gone up p"
Yes, it looks rather Ike it, too much
influence ayains, them, couldn't stand it,
and now I'll soon have my friends back
and 20 on as usual"
All bu, one. You won't be likely to
get William Murry again"
Why 2
"Why? You know as we'll as l do
how he's been going down since he broke
his pledge about a year ago. They've
done all they could to reform him, but
it's no use trying-poor fellow, I'm Sor-
ry, SO much talent, only that fault-and
now he has had the delerium temcns
constantly for the last week.
d" You don't say 50. Is it really 50
bad as that - asked jones, now for The
first time feeling slight toucl of re
morse as certain rccolicc,ions came to his
mind
" Yes, saw him this morning, per.
fectly raving, terrible fever, and | dtnt
know wha, all. The doctorw was with him
then, and you ought to know how badly
his wife feels. -
"Mercy, | had no idea he was 50 bad
az that
eyes, he does not know any one
could not bear to look at him, to think Of
hi, prospects all gone. but | must 60
home, for promised to sit up with him
to night. You remember how much he
once thought Of nc'
just then the village bell tolled forth
upon the still evening air The Rum,
seller pauscd-bo,! paused and anxious,
ly listened, until the dread chronicle of
Fate's stern doings had coun'ed out the
sum of twenty seven years, which were
all that William Murray had known on
EARTH then ceased its warning voice
Meanwhile there had been trembling
I,cta 81 IL
old gentleman, who was none other than
the fond father Of our young friend, who
had come TO spend a few days with him
in his own home. lie arrived in time
to witness the terrible grief Of the young
wife, and to see his only and darling son
laid in a drunkard's hopeless grave But
we will not speak Of his wild grief
There are sorrows for which time seem to
own no healing balm.
Poor William Murray Could not
words of warning have been inscribed
upon the marble that watches his sleep,
ing dust? that it mi It be read as a voice
from the grave to the thousands follow
in. in his footsteps. And could he have
spoken in his last hour, we may believe
it would have been words of warning.
but no glcam Of reason was there grant
ed him. The rawlings of feverish insan
ity were only stiled by the cold hand of
the "fell destroyer and sadder still, no
earnest petition to the God of Heaven,
no light from the blessed promises of
Saviour, and better life, lighted the
gloom of his departing hours. and cheer
ed the sad prospects beyond the grave.
Poor William Murray, sad as was thy
fate, we have known even sadder fates
than thine! Aud for these things, who
is to blame? Some may answer, +" The
Rumsellcr.' All, but there are thou
sands who never even. sold or drank a
drop in their lives, who will be held far
more responsible than him. Influential
men, who might have done everything
for the cause, aud did nothing. Chris
tian ministers who could have nothing
to do with it because forsooth, it looks
like mixing politics with religion, and
hnalIy all, who in any way injurc the
great and noble cause, Temperance,
>, on' 'ntemperance! Fearful have been
."o curses pronounced upon thee in all
sT.s en-, 'i the world, We see them daily full.
n'ied, but more fearful one than ali we
ma IN certain old fashion.1 Iook
which, Notwithstanding it has been noted
pretty much out of date by a certain class
of people still contains enough to show
US the best way through life. It reads