Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1867-02-06
WHOLE NUMBER 1892.
aghast, as glimpse of truth burst upon
hin. '.This is not Alec Lombere ?''


aghast, as glimpse of truth burst upon
hin. '.This is not Alec Lcmbere z"
"All that is left of him, my Hal" re-
turned the poor fellow, putting forth h;s
wasted, skeleton hand, and smiling a faint,
quivcrins, dying smile. "Ah-Pater
Peccayi 2"
"Alexander Lombcrg." said Harry,
gazing into the bloated, disfgured face
before hin.
''7Ou would lot aa7e known ne, H4l?'
"Good heavens-no r'
~ know an altered. Al, Hal, SO
transit glcris mundi t'
But, AIec,' cried Seaburn, chow i,
this? Why are you here ?'
''Eum, Hal rrml I am about done
for-bat wanted to see you. They told
ne you lived not lar away; aud I woull
lcok upon one friend before | died
"i;u: heard you were praelicing iu
your profession, Alec, and doing well"
so did vel! when I practiced, Hal.
7 have m.te s,me pleas ba; have Civ
en- up all that
And your father, where Is he ?"
"Do not mention him, Hal. We've
broken. do aot know him he taught
ne ani then TUNED the cold shoulder 70
me when drank too much. But am
going, Hal--soing. goins."
Harry Scaburn gszeI into that horrible
face, and remembered what lis owner had
been-lhr SOD Of wealthy parents; the
idol Of fond mother the iavori,e as
school, at play, at college i light of ip-
1o.,oct ond physical beauty; and noble,
generous friend. And nov, alas
'Aloc, can help you: :'
YES" And the poor fellow started high
er from his pillow, and something Of the
old light struggled for a momcut in his
eye. Pray fer me, Hal, pray for my
soul Pray that 1 may 60 where my
mother is. She won't disown Ler boy.
She could rot have done it had she lived.
Oh, she was good mother, Hal. Thank
God she dii not live TO see this Pray
for nle-pray-pray? let me ito her.
And the wasted man sank bacl-he
fell to weeping; and in moment more
one Ct his rarozynls came on: and no
began to rave. He thought Henry was
his father, and lie cursed him, aad cursed
the habit that had beer fastened upon
him under that fathers influence Bat
Henry could not stop to listen. With an
aching heart he turned away and left the
hospital. llo could not 90 home to din
ner then; he walked down town, and 60.
dinner there. At night he went to the
hospital again. Ee would inquire after
his friend, il lie could rot see bin.
Poor fellow" said the physician, 10
never came out OF that fit. lie died in
half al hour after you went out."
It was dark when Seabugn reached
home.
You dind't tell Bridget where to put
those demijohns, Henry" said his wife.
She had not noticed his face, ior the gas
was burning d:m!y.
"Ah, | forgot Come with ne, Cora,
and we'll find place for them" His wife
followed HIN down il the basement, AMI
one by one he took the demijohn5 anu
carried them into the rear yard, and there
he c-aptied their coatenis into the sewer.
Then he broke the vessels with h, foot.
and babe Bridge, Lave the diIt man tako
the fragments away in the morning.
Not one word had he spoken 10 lis wife
ali the while, nor did she speak to him.
lie returned to the sitting-room, where
his bows were 1t their books, aad tcok
seat upon one Of their tete atcte'. lie
called his wife ard children around him,
and them told tie story ot Alexander
Lomberg.
"Ana now, my loved oaes," he added,
laying his hands upon the heads Of his
bows" I have made solemn vow that,
benceforth, my children shall find no
.nch influence at their homes. They
never shall have occasion to curse their
-ather. 1 will touch The wine euE no
more forever. What say you, my boys,
silI YOU join ne in tie sacred pledge" "
They Joined him With clad, gushing
willingness, for thc:r hearts were full, ard
heir sympathics all turned By mothers
.aralul love, TO ritht.
" And you, Cora -
Yes, yes" sic cried, land may the
lol7 lessons Of this hour never be forgot