The Sweetwater enterprise. (Sweetwater, Tenn.) 1869-187?, 1872-01-04
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1t Was SO Dreadful.


at was the dreadfnlest tbino r oro,.
did seeP exclaimed Charlie Ware to bis
sister May, as they entered the house TO-
gether' He had met her near the door
ON coming home from school.
"Nhat was dreadful, Charlie ?" asked
Mrs. Ware, looking up from her work
80, mammal" and the little fellow ran
to his mother, his face quivering with
excitement. 80, mamma, it was dread
full"
"What, my son?7
"Why, to see Mr.. Lawrence roinc on
Just as if he were crazy; and poor little
Aggy, so frightened, and crying SO hard
and looking so pale. Oh dear They
sand he was drunk. Isn't itawfal, mann
map"
"Endeed it is, Chavlie; awful eponob.
But where did you sec all this ?" asked
Mr.. Ware.
"Ovor by Mrs. Lawson's Aoov and
| were coming home from school and
Just as we got near the house, her father
came staggering ont into the road. His
lace was red, and he was talking to him
self and throwing his arms out as if he
was trying to Init somebody. Aggy said,
O' dear' and stopped right still. When
Mr' Lawrence saw her, he tried to catch
hold OF her, but she wouldn't let HIM
And then he called her dreadful name.
and swore awfully. o, dearl it made
mo shake all over. Aud the boys from
school came along and laughed Mt him
and pushed him about, and jim MeCar.
ty knocked his hat off. was so sorry
ior Aggy' o, how she did cry! What
makes him drink, mamma, when Ie
knows it makes him drunk"
"Shall l tell you about it, nv son ."
eyes, mamma, do. I should like to
know"
swell, dear, there was once a time
when Mr. Lawrence was q sober man
and kind and good to his family; and if
anybody had told him he was in dancer
OF becoming drunkard he would have
got very angry. But he drank a glass of
ale or wine or little whiskey now and
then, He said it did him good. But
that was mistake. Well, after while
ne began to use beer or whiskey every
day; for whoever begins to drink these
liquors soon begins to love them, and
the ottener he uses them, the stronger
grows his love of drink, until at last his
appetite becomes burning desire that
it is almost impossible to resist. This
is the way men get to be drunkards."
Charlie listened with wide open ewes.
"lll tell you what, mamma" was his So
berry spoken reply, "youll not catch me
beng drunkard if that's the way.
Nobody will ever see me take drop Of
peer or WINE again. 1t isn't good any
now, and makes your face burn SO, and
you feel kind Of bad all over"
"Why, Charlie, how do you know all
this?, When did you have beer OF wine?o
exclaimed Mrs Ware.
80, get.some every two or three days
Tom Wilkes brings bottle beer with
his lunch, and gives me taste somtimes:
shl when ! go to Mrs. Claver's she's sure
to treat me to some ofher cake and beer,
or currant wine She saysit will give
me new blood. aa IN n
"My dear boy!" said Mrs. Ware, with
unconcealed alarm and anxiety. "don't
ever again taste these dangerous things"
"You needn't be afraid, mamma. I
didn't know just how it was answered
Challe; "but know now, and 1 would
not drink any beer Or wine again for all
the world. They are not SO nice any,
how"
"Stick to that, my son." answered his
mother, kissing him tenderly, "and you
will be in no danger. when you grow up
TO be a man, OF being like poor Mr.. Law
renee"