Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-07-08

A terrible sight, exclaimed the young
man addressed, standing still.
Tho features were scarcely discernible.
The blood shot eyes were deeply sunk in
their hollow sockets. The matted hair
reeking with the filth of the gutter, hung
in drabbled messes over his bIoated checks.
The mouth was stained with the floating
trails of tobacco, and the tangled beard
hung unclipped and uncombed over his
shirtless neck. One hand, as if half Grip
pied, was cramped under his side, while
the other gasped the torn rim of his hat,
which rude children had endeayored to
take from him. There was no motion
preceptible, no sound audible, in the noise
Of the thoroughiare, There he lay a
fallen, helpless man-a putrid carcass OF
drunken humanity-an immortal spirit in
a Wretched tenement of dust--a married
bruised, defled image of God.
It's Jack Wainright,' was the ex-
clamation. 4 pity his poor wife
There was no response.
Jack, / say
Still all was -motionless.
Jack, don't you hear me? Get up
'Oh pray leave this brute alone. said
the first speaker, standing off in no coun-
terfeited disgust Really it seems de-
grading to stand here talking to such a
foul mass as that #
Then my friend you must not walk
with reformer,' said the other smiling,
but still intent upon his task Gordon,
he ask ed, addressing the other 6 ntleman
who mad as yet sa d nothing, you and |
must get this miserable carcass up and
put him on his feet.
You are not in earnest was the re-
ply.
I think we can lift him
Agreed And both stopping, to the
intense disgust Of the locker on, they
soon had him on his feet
He cannot stand
Can we carry him, think ?
where to "
To my house. 1t is just round the co..
ner. My wife will be-not exactly glad
to see him, but she knows nv Pc
culiarities SO we'll that she is always will
ing to humor them, and, indeed, some
times she gets up some such little freaks
on her oWn account. Come Jack, come,
my friend, whispered the reform.r, in she
ear Of the drunken man You are with
friends.
BY this time the degraded man had
rallied little He tried his best to
strengthen himself; and rolling bis eyes
family from one face to another, recog-
nizing who were there, and that one was
a stranger, he gave his supporters Pc
culiar drunken look as he muttered =
seems to me that stranger is ashamed of
his company, and re lapsed again almost
into lnsenslblllty'
Upon my word this seems to ridicu-
lous, said the young man referred to.
Are you really in earnest about taking
that miserable, dirty fellow to your house?
Best house in all Scotland, muttered
the drunkard, opening his eyes again.
And then he reiterated that they knew he
was not drunk, only slightly the worse
for liquor, aiding that he was gentle :
man.
The trio started. It was a strange
sight for the streets Of Aberdeen to see
two we'll dressed and well-known public
men holding and leading the shattered
ragged drunkard a ong the crowded ide-
walk, The residence Of the reformer was
in handsome and fashionable part of the
city, and thither, through all the gaping
commenting throng, the two gentlemen
bore the poor inebrIate. If he had been
the only brother of the host and hostess
he could not have bee treated with more
kindness. Clothed, fed, nourished, and
brought under all the influences of hope
courage, confidence and selt-respect he
had been less than man If he had with
stood such kindness.
God bless me, sir, why did you not come
to Aberdeen? Why have you not been to
see me
Really, sir said Mr.. Gordon as he stood
man, you have the advantage of me.
Then you do not know me-that is good
He does not know me, Mr. Sine air. [ sup
pose, though, as you never saw me bu
once, and met me only at Sinclair's house
under somewhat different circumstances
you have forgotten my face.
The three were now at the door of a
handsome mansion.
Come in said the man who had met Mr.
Gordon SO cordially. Mr.. Sinclair will
refresh your memory before long doubt
not.
My dear Molly, here are some friend
Mrs. Wainwright, said Mr.. Sinclair
with beaming face, this is Mr., Gordon
It can not be possible that you arr
Jack, cried Gordon, turning to the mar
he had not recognized before
Yes I am Jack, the bundle of rags, the
wretched drunkard, the outcast from love
the man once hated, despised, lost.
That was p adeliohtful surprise indeed