The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-12-01

= would hold on upon the feelings he had
tried to express, and then FASTENED on
At length he reached the tavern, and
here he found his companions. The
augh and joke commenced, and ere long
Malcolm forgot all about his home. He
sat in tAA BARRON and his sharp Wit
made fdSd for much merriment.A 4 q 81
a"Who says there's danger in the bowl ~
cried a young man, as he raised the glass
Ito his lips.
4 cts the ravens croak," said another to-
his companions. Here's confusion to-
the idea" g o. aa3gG3a megl ,a99aasnd
"Good r exclaimed Malcolm Warren,
posing his glass. " Poison in the bowl
i Nonsense l. Look at old Adam now. He's
| used it all his lifetime, and here he is the
! oldest man in the town Come, here's to
! Uncle ADAM 8f ii6Ixs a. .lfa
\ The person to whom Malcolm had thus
! alluded was an old, white-haired man,
! who stood with glass of rum in his
Inland. His name was Adam Stanford, and
I almost ninety years had rolled over his
frosty head. His form was bent and his
! limbs trembled but still he lived, and
his mind was yet clear. He heard the
remsrk which the young carpenter had
6
|liquor, he turned and gazed upon the
youthful speaker He, knew Malcolm
we'll. vfnie f4tagiqd 6V@ havl wsff|
i :" Malcolm he said, come with me.
Come alone, for alone | would with you.
Come" m st, wab hfel vaa3 sr3otor,|
There was something deep and mean
ing in the old mans tone, and as he turn
ed toward the door Malcolm arose TO fol-
low. Ear ao.4eaf a ssgsfbI So soa
sDetain him not, . said Adam, as some
Of his companions sought to hinder him.
/" Why should | 60 with you2" he
asked. Grad ila Y. a4 H
u :. To please an old man. mean no
narln, Malcolm. Come. anna ef.e
Passing out of the door they moved
across the street. Near by was the vii
lage churchyard, and thither Adam bent
his steps. Arriving at the gate, he pass
{ ed in. AS Malcolm hesitated to enter, the
J old man said, Come, follow me ]"
: l. Malcolm went, and soon stod within
!, the village churchyard And his white
haired guide was the sexton, who, for
more than sixty years. had made those
| cold beds for the children of mortality.
The pale moon shed it's beams upon the
: place, and the chill air sighed mournful-
!. ly among the weeping willows that grew
3 by the hedge. The gravestones stood up
I like spectres above the faded grass, and
{ here and there arose white monument,
like some more powerful spirit that
watched the sancity of the place.
Malcolm Warren" spoke the old man
in voice so deep that it seemed to come
from one of the neighboring graves, " not
;; long since you pointed to me as an ex-
! ample of how long a man might live,
!. who smiled upon the wine-cup You
pointed to me as one who had outlived
= all my companions; and yet as one who
e had always quaffed at the Intoxicating
. bowl. Perhaps You spoke truly but you
! did not speak the whole truth, for the
g whole truth you do not know, and now
s | have brought you here to whisper that
truth into your ear"
;. Malcolm gazed up into the old man 8
7 face, and as he saw how solemn was the
: expression that rested there he forgot the
company he mad left at the tavern, and
J his thoughts became serious.
q "MalColn," resumed the sexton, can
T look back now into the past, and see the
2 score OF young men who commenced the
! RICE of life with me. We went to school
!, together and together we sat in church
z We grew up to be men,and then we often
sat together as saw you sitting this
evening. We learned to love the excite
4 ment of the intoxicating up, and we
y thought not then of the dangers we were
y counting, Years passed on, and I saw
= these twenty men sink into the arms of
e death, and [ buried them all here.
4 Malcolm Warren they all sleep IN drunk
4 ards grGoes? One after another I saw
n them fail, and at lengch | was left alone
lof the party who were wont to assemble
/ around the bar-room fire!"
II A deep groan escaped from the young
t mans lips, and a shudder ran through
e his frame
e "All gone ?" he uttered
Yes-allf' the old man returned.
t But that is not half, Malcolm. There
e were wives and children that died, and
they too, lie here. I buried broken
t hearts here! 0, how well can remem
c Der the brigh eyed, laughter loving girls
who used to play with us when we were
J boys And how well can | remember
8 when | saw them standing at the altar
G and when they turned away from the
e holy place they were blushing, happy
t brides. But few short years. and
/. began to gather them into the fold Of
death. They sank down with broken
:. hearts and crushed hopes! Some OF
t them lived to be grey headed, but their
e grey hairs came down in sorrow to the
grave! See that there-the one with
the dark grey stone. He who sleeps
beneath that mound was once the han
. plcst youth in the whole village. He
was a carpenter by trade, and he built
the house IN which you were born. He