The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-03-07
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with smile.
"Why, Charles, what is the mat
ter2 You do not touch your glass, y
said Mr.. Tinshop. ''You are not
sick?''
''No sir, but I signed tile pledge
about eleven months ago and have
kept it ever since"
"Pshaw, l did not dream thatyOu
were such a spoony- ! believe voa
to be q young man Of spirit and OF
ma9l5 independence. As such
have rejOiced to see an appar-
rent alta hnent springing up be-
tween you and Flora. But if YOU
are one whosc sign away your own
rights and privileges and join in &
Ianatical crusade against the luxu-
rics of life, l hope you will forget
each other as soon as yOu can"
This was spoken III a tone with
m expression which brought from
Flora n tea. ful look and worr s Of re-
mOnstrance. a ts.ss ..s,,
l"Oh, papa, do not ask me to for
get lin. He loves me.
''Not enough to even drink your
health oh day like this, when all
the world is rejoicing"
Yes,-yes he does" and now, Flora.
with q lee k of unspeakable tender
ness, whispered:
'Dear Charlie, humOr him. lie is
so set just one glass for nly lore.
You know that you arc more than
life to me-"
your love, Flora? Oh I would
die for you.
And the young man, gazing into
her eyes, no longer hesitated.
He raised the glass, he pledged her
health, he wished her happiness.
"Ah, that is courage, cried Mr..
Tinshop. Il thought your manhood
had not persisted. Now you suit me.
can't endure these milk-sops who
call themselves temperance men.
Take another glass Charlie and the
color will come to your cheeks and
fire toyOur eyes. Fill our glasses
once more F1oe while we are in the
humor."
"Oh, Charley-hOw kind it was in
your she said, as with his second
glass emptied, she stood by his side,
while her father went to attend to
the brewing Of some punch.
1T was for your lore - he MUIR
mured.- "AHd since you rejoice l
do not regret it. VIII you excuse
me now2 , shall make but a few
calls, and then go homer ,|
''DO not go home, Charlie, but re-
tuln here to s.en the eveningP'
81 will, ifyOq desire it, dearFloraP'
He was gone, and Flora now had
her hands full in receiving visitors.
"Papa, what has become of Char
lie Grey? He has not been here
since New Years morning, and he
promised to come back that same
EVENING""
1t was Flora Tinshop who asked
this question, and it was the second
week in January when she asked it.
Il hea. d to-day that he was very
sick-dangcrously illr' said her ia
ther, unguardedly, for he did not
know how deeply his daughter
loved
"Dangerogs?" she screamed Dam
gcIous, and not near him. Oh,
father, dear father, take me to his
house instantly. Ishall die-I shall !
die, too, if he dicsr'
Raving wildly, Flora hurried to |
dress for the street, and taking 40 /
denial, she forced her father to escort /
her to the residence of the widow
Grey. 90 I
Trembling from head to foot, fa- I
ther and daughter stood upon the
door steps, when they rang the bell I
at that house, for the hand that rung
the bell touched the Grape which de
noted death within.
The door was opened by Irene |
Grey. Her face was white with
grief till she saw who was there,
then q flush came upon it.
She did not speak, but she opened
the door for them to enter, and she
pointed to the parlor.
They went in, father and daught-
er, and the next instant with a wild, I
soul borrowing shrek, Flora bent
over the coffin which. held all tAatl
was left OF Charles Grey. -'-
The day before lac had died Of de-
irium trcmens.
Shrek after shrek broke from
the lips of Flora, as-the- full -cOnN ic-
.ion came to her heart, and she cried
2ut in the agony Of her soaI: Us.
''He loved me! lie loved me
''Yes-tO his deokhr' said his sis
.er, sternly. T
Then turning to Mr.. Tinshop, she
said in low. solemn tone: g~
Murderer! Behold your victim
fou made him break his pledge, and
here he lies! A widows curse is on
-our head. His mother is on her
leath bed, heart broken. I, soon to
De an orphan, and now lrotherless,
through goa, add my curse to hers.
Take your child and go!'
William TinshOp could not take
us child alone from that room.
'he was a raviHg maniac, and it took
trong men to tear her from the
.offin Of the loved and lost.
She now raves in an asylum for
he insane, and her cries are curses,
'tTses all the time upOn the fell spirit
f RUN. -HlE G1s Ee
Forgiveness is a God-hke virtue;
is diabOlical f1q
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