Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-08-11

He got some medicine for the girl, and
trifie IN the way of pecuniary assistance. -
On his way back. he earned sixpence b,
holding horse; and he turned homewarC
with enough money to supply their mos
pressing wants for two or three DAYS Il
come. He had to pass the public-house
He fingered for an instant, walked past it
turned back again, fingered once more, anC
finally skunk in. Two men whom he haC
4 not observed wers on the watch. They
were on the point of giving up their search
In despair, when his lettering attracted tbeil
attention; and when he entered the public
house, they followed him.
'Youn drink with me, master, 4" said one
of them, proffering hi II glass of liquor
"And me, too" said the other, replenish
ing the glass as soon as it was drained o.
its contents
The man thought of his hungry children,
and his sons danger. But they were moth.
ing to the drunkard. He did drink; and
his reason left him.
"a wet night, Warden" whispered one
Of the men In his ear, as heat length turn.
ed to go away, after spending in liquor one.
half OF the money on which, perhaps, his
daughters life depended
''The right sort of night for our friends
IN hiding. Master Warden, whispered the
other.
"Sit down here, +" said the one who had
spoken first, drawing him into corner
'We have been looking arter the young un.
We came to tell him it's all right now, but
wo couldn't find him, cause we hadn't got
the precise direction. But that amt
strange. for don't think he know'd il
himself when he come to London, did hep
mo, he didn't, replied the father.
The two men exchanged glances.
There's q vessel down at the docks, to
sail at midnight, when it's high. , ater," re-
sumed the first speaker, land well put him
ON board. His passage is taken in another
name, and what's better than that, it's paid
for. It's lucky We met you."
"Very," said the second.
Capital luck" said the first, with wink
to his companion, s-
Great" replied the second, with slight
nod OF intelligence.
''Anotker glass here; quick"-ssld the
first speaker. And " five minutes more
the father had unconsciously yielded up
his own son into the hangman's hands.
Slowly and heavily the time dragged
along. as the brother and sister. in their
miserable hiding-place, listened in anxious
suspense TO the slightest sound. tlength
heavy footstep was heard upon the stair;
1t approached nearer; it reached the land
ing and tine father staggered into the
room.
The girl saw that he was intoxicated, and
advanced with the candle in her hand to
meet him; she stopped short gave a loud
scream, and fell senseless on the ground
She had caught sight of the shadow of q
man reflected on the floor. They both rush.
ed in, and in another instant the Young
man was prisoner, and handcuffed.
''Very quietly done" said one of the men
to his companion, ''thanks to the old man.
Lift up the eirl, Tom come, come, it's no
use crying, young woman. It's all over now,
and can't be helped"
The young men stopped for an instant
over the girl, and then turned fiercely round
upon his father, who had reeled against the
wall, and was gazing on the group with
drunken stupidity. f.
'.Listen to me, father" he said, in tone
that made the drunkard's hesh creep. INV
brothers blood, and mine, is on your head:
l never had kind look, or word, or care,
from you, and, alive or dead, 1 never will
forgive you. Die when you will, or how, /
will be with you. / speak as dead man
now, and warn you, father. that as surely
as you must one day stand before your Ma
ker, so surely shall your children be there,
hand in hand. to cry for judgment against
you" he raised his manacled hands in q
threatening attitude, fixed his eyes on his
shrinking parent, and slowly left the room !;
and neither father nor sister ever beheld
him more on this side of the grave.
When the dim and misty light of win
ter's morning penetrated into the narrow
court, struggled through the begrimed win
dow OF the wrstched room, Warden awoke
from his heavy sleep, and found himself
alone. He rose, and looked round him: !:
the old flock mattress on the floor was un-
disturbed; everything .-wss just 90 he re
membered to have seen il last; and there
were nc signs of any one, save himself, hav-
ing occupied the room during the night
He inquired of the other lodgers, and the
neighbors; but his daughter had not been
seen or heard OF. He rambled through the
streets, and scrutiDized each wretched face
among the crowds that thronped them with
anxious eyes. But hissearch was fruitless,
and he returned to his garret when night
came on, desolate and weary.
For many days he occupied himself in
the same manner, but no trace of his daugh-
ter did he meet with, and no word of her
reached his ears At length he gave mp
the pursuit as hopeless He had long
thought of the probability of her leavir g
him, and endeavoring to gain her bread IN
quiet elsewhere. She had left him at last
to starve alone. He ground his teeth, and
cursed her?
He begged his bread from door to door.
Every haifpenny he could wiring from the
pity or credulity of those to whom he ad-
dressed himself was spent in the old way.
year passed over his head; the roof of q
Jail was the only one that had sheltered
him for many months. He slept under
archways, and in brickfelds- anywhere,
where there was some warmth or shelter
from the cold and rain But in the last
stage of poverty, disease, and houseless
want, he was drunkard still.
At last one bitter night he sank down on
doorstep. faint and i'll. The premature
decay of vice and profigacy had worn him
to the bone. His cheeks were hollow and
hvid; his eyes were sunken, and their sight
was dim. His legs trembled beneath his
weight, and cold shiyer ran through every
limb. &C :. ~ : =
Andnow the long g-forgotten scenes of q
misspent life crowded thick and fast upon
him. He thought Of the time when he had
home--a happy, cheerful home-snd OF
those who peopled it, and flocked about
him then, until the forms of his elder chill
dren seemed to rise from the grave, and
stand about him-so plain, SO clear, and
SO distinct they were, that he could touch
and feel them. Looks that he had long
forgotten were fixed upon him once more
voices long since hushed in death sounded
in his ears ike-the music of village bells.
But it was only for an instant. The rain
beat heavily upon him; and cold and hun.
ger we're gnawipg at his heart again.
He rose and dragged his feeble limbs a
few PAGES further The street was silent
and empty; the few passengers who passed
by at that late hour, hurried quickly on,
and his tremulo1s voice was lost in the
violence of the storm. Again that heavy
chill struck through his frame, and his
blood seemed to stagnate beneath it. he
cUiled himself up in projecting doorway
and tried to sleep.
But sleep had fed from his dull and
glazed eyes. His mind wandered strangely,
bnt he was awake and conscious. The
well-knowlr shout of drunken mifth sound
ed in his ear, the glass was at his lips, the
board was covered with choice rich food
her L.