The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1868-08-06
KENOSHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, AUGUST G, 1868.

from his lips, he had vanished altogethe
Hamet retraced his steps toward the gro
to, with sorrowful heart; but he woul
not confide his anticipated disgrace to th
affectionate parent who welcomed his II
turn
The day passed rapidly away and i
the evening Hamet and his sire knel
down as usual at the door of the grottC
with their faces toward the SOUTH to rails
their voices in prayer. When their yes
pers were concluded, the old man EN-
braced his son tenderly, and retired to tn
inner part of the grotto
! AS soon as Hamet knew that his fathe
slept, he lighted lamp; and as tn,
Genie had told him, he saw large meas
ure of wine standing upon the table
The unhappy dervise raised it to his lips
and drank deeply of the Intoxicating
draught. A glow of fire seemed to electrify
his frame, and he laughed as he sat the
vessel down upon the table. Again he
drank, and he felt reckless and careless O.
the consequences. He drank thirC
time; and, when he had emptied the
measure, he ran out of the door of the
grotto, and threw it down the slope Of
the mountain; then as he heard it bound
ing along, he laughed with indescribable
mirth. As he turned to enter the grotto
he saw his father standing behind him.
Son." said the old man, "the noise Of
revelry awoke me from my slumbers, and
rise to find my beloved Hamet drunken
with wine Alas! is this merely one Of
the many nights orgies; and have now
awakened to the dread truth of thine i'm
piety for the first time? Alas! thou hast
cast ashes upon the gray head of thy
father
Hamet could not brook this accusation
and the implied suspicion that he was ac-
customed to indulge in wine while his
father slept. He felt suddenly indignant
at the language of his sire, and cried,
Return to your couch old dotard Thou
knowest not what thou sayestw
And, as he uttered these words, he
pushed his father violently into the grot-
to. The old man resisted, and again re-
monstrated with Hamet. The brain of
the son was confused with liquor; and a
sudden dread of exposure to the world
entered his mind With the rage of a
demon he rushed upon his hoary headed
sire, and dashed him sfuriously against the
stone wall of the grotto The old man
fell with his temple against sharp flint
One groan emanated from his bosom-and
his spirit fled forever
Suddenly conscious of the horrid crime
of which he had been guilty, Hamet tore
his hair, beat his breast, and raved like a
maniac. And, in the midst of his rawlings
he lifted up his voicesagainst the majesty
of heaven, and cursed the deity whom he
had so long and fervently worshipped
AT that instant terrible din echoed
round about--the thunder rolled-the
tall trees shook with an northumberland,
amidst the roar of the conflicting elements
were heard shouts of internal laughter
All hell seemed to rejoice at the fall of a
good man, whom no other vice had ever
tempted away from the paths of virtue
until drunkenness presented itself. The
rage of the storm increased-the trees
were torn up by their roots-and frag
ments of the rocky parts of Olympus
rolled down the hill with the fury of an
Alpine Avalanche. Suddenly the Genie
appeared before the wretched Hamet, and
exclaimed: "Fool ! by choosing to com
NIT the crime which seemed to thee least,
thou hast committe the other two like
wise! For there is more danger in the
wine-cup than in any other means of
temptation presented by Satan to man
kind !"
And the last words of the Genie min
gled with the redoubled bowling Of the
storm, as Hamet was borne down the
slope of the mountain by the falling
masses.