The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1867-10-30

and prayed.
llwas now Saturday evening, and Mall
colin was now goingiout. He was 70 meet
some irienls, andoAlice knew that he was
to meet them at the tavern. He had work
ed only two days tile past week. and he had
the pay for these two days work IN his
pockeL That money was needed at
home, but where would it be on the NOR
rowf
!" Malcolm o. do not wholly forget
your fond. loving Alice, when You are
gone."
But Malcolm did not answer. lie kiss
ed her, not as he used to do. but kissed her
merely because she had asked him, and then
left his cottage. After he had gone. Alice
sat down and wept. She could not help II.
Her darling boy crept by her side. and
placed his arms about her neck. tie asked
no questions, bat he asked her not TO cry.
Ills little mind seemed 10 have some idea
OF the coming calamity. ltmust have been
vague, but il was clear enough TO prevent
hln from forcing the dread thoughts upon
his mother. Once more he asked her not
to cry. asd then his own little heart burst,
and mother and child wspt together. This
~ss another drop 10 the poor womaa's cup
of affection. U. how palpable must nov be
the husbands course, when even the prat
Ting CHI d saw aud knew the dagger! But
she could only clasp aud pray mure ter
senlly. Aud the litlle boy. ~hea his moth
er had done praying. said, Amen"
II was clear, cool evening, and as NAL
colin Warren stepped out into The street.
he seemed TO shake himself As though he
would shake off the influence OF the place
he was leaving. But he could not wholly
drive from has MUD the fearful counten-
saee OF his tund and faithful vile, nor could
he forget The look oi earnest, slmple an
guish ne had noliced upon the lace Of his
child. Yet he Tried To crush the thoughts
that we're thus sprlngns inlo life. (" Pouh.'
said he. as the image oi his wife forced
itself upon him ; ' IL only little Ian and
irolic. Whose business Is itf Get out
with your nvnsrnse.p
And thls speaking. the young husband
and lalher closed his hands as though he
would hold upon the feelings he had tried
to repress, aud then hastrned un. At
length he reached the tasern. and here he
found his companions. The laugh and the
coke commenced. and ere long Malcolm
forgot all about his hume. lie satin the
bar room. aud his sharp wit made TODD Tor
much merriment.
Who says there's danger 10 thc bowi!"
cried young man. as he raised the glass 10
his lips. "il's tie ravens croak." said an
other Of his companions! |" Here's coniu-
sion 20 the idea"
GOOD exclaimed Malcolm Warren.
poisiag his glass. " Poison In the bowl ]
Nonsense Look at old uncle Adam. now.
Hes been used to Il all his lifetime, and he
is the oldest man IN town. Come, here's
10 Uncle Adam 20
The person 10 whom Malcolm had thus
alluded. was an old white haired man, who
stood az the bar with q glass in his hand.
His name vas Adam Stanford. aud almost
mighty years had relied over his head.
tbs form was bent, and his limbs trem
bied, but still his head aud his mind we're
clear. lie heard the remark the young
carpenter made, and having set down his
antouched liquor, he turned and gazed up.
ou the youthlul speaker. lie knew NAL
colin Warren veil.
I" Malcolm,s he said. I" Come with me.
Come alone. Cor alone would speak With
you. Come !"
There was something very deep and
meaning In the old mans voice. and % he
turned toward the poor. Malcolm arose to
follow.
"Detain him not" ssid Adam, % some
Of his companions sought to hinder him.
"why should ! 20 vii b you ;" he arked.
"To please an old On al. mean 10 do
you no harm, Mslcolm. Come!
Passing oot of the door they moved ..
cross the street. Near BY was the village
churchyard, aud thit her he bent his steps.
Arriving ., the gate. he passed in, When