The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1873-08-06
4 NIGHT IN 4 STATION.
hADi'SE.
1t was Il iOrlorn sirht

tenacious grasp.
"What's this man in lor?' asked
the Chief Of Police.
"DisordcrIv conduct, throwing
{ stones at people, and cursing and
sw carlng."
every well put him into the
: cell. But stop; there's tho child -
! The little fellow WAS an cNccp.
tionally beautiful boy. lie had
grave blue eyes. SO large and so
'pitiiul that their glance Appealed
to the Chiefs stout heart. His
complrNion, where il WAS not dis
coIorcd toy dirt and tears. WAS of
the finest and iaircSt. His lips
were like cherries. His yellow
hair cnrlcd thiclily over ~ noblv
shaped head.
"That man has sscn better
days. said tho Chief to himself.
"Come. bub, your father must 20
, in the cell. Won find Il place for
I yOu somewhere"
"No, no, sir; oh, nor cried the
boy in II terrified voice. "l'll go
with papa. Oh! please don't take
me from my papa"
"But, child, you must. See here,
Colbert, you must taio the child
away.'
Easier said than done. The it,
tic fellow caught his fathers hands,
cluny to his body, which staggered
ut his touch, all the time scream
ing in hcartbrealiing tones, that
he must, he would go with papa.
az IN alonc,' said tho man ut
Iast, seeming to come out Of his
stupor for y moment. "Don' yo
sec-he's got nobody but me ?
II IN lone"
81 can't allow The child to 90
into the cell" said the Chief; "but
| can't bear to hear his cries. |
suppose there's nothing else to do.
He must go. Put them in togcth
CT, Colbert"
So they were put in together in
tho dark, sitting den, and the
door was shut. The little fellow
cuddlcd himself against tho halrin-
sensible form, and laid his head
upon his fathers bosom. So they
slept together.
The fainto i & Ii t looked in
through grimy bars when, on the
following morning, t he father
awokc and bestirrcd himself. OF
course, rs is usually the case, he
wondered whcro ho was and how
he camo there. The last thing he
remembered, he had gone into Il
saloon alono and drank II few glass.
cs, and then recollection ceased.
Whcro was his hat? where his
coat And looking round, he
cries out in agony:
"God Of heaven there's my it,
tic Benny"
Yes; there was little Benny, the
pure, fair child, tho idol Of IL bro.
kcn-hcartcd mother. There was
little Benny, and he had spent tho
night in this hoIo.
The. man fnrly beat his breast
as he looked down on that bright
curly head.
"lIusband and child both," he
muttcrcd bitterly. "Too bad, too
bad"
At that moment tho blue eyes Of
tho boy opened. IIo raised him
self in wonder, but rs he met his
fathers gaze he smiled as nn an
gel.
"Thc bad man would put you in
here papa, but l. wouldn't lot him
tako me. You didn't know any
thing papa, when | found you in
tho street. You lost your hat
guess the wind took it-and the
boys wcrc laughing. You was
sick; wasn't you papa? And when
the bad man took you off, L came
too. Now, lots go homo and toll
mama all about it. Lots tell hor
wo was stolen," and tho dear, un-
conscious little fellow laug ghed
mcrrily over the brilliant idea.
But that father! God help him
Ills heart was touched rs it never
had boon before. Ito could not
spcalt-could c@rccly think.
What was tho mother suffering
that moment? ? And this awful sin
that had led him into it's toils-it
mover had looked rs it looked to
him now; within tho unsightly
cell the faint light lying on the
curls Of his innooont boy.
And when they wont out, thorc
stood tho mother, who, halfdis.
tractcd, had been wandering and
searching all night. Oil what n
sight for her gentle, loving eyes
With a wild cry sho fell upon the
neck Of her child, and drawing
him away sank to the floor with
him, sobbing as if hor heart would
break.
Think Of tho bitter anguish so
many good and gcntlo women arc
called TO endure, on account OF the
pcrnlcIous practice Of hubiLual
drunkenn css.
TOBACCO AND THE BRAIN.
An ossayist, in n foreign scicn-
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