Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-04-16

have? All, me! would that L had never
been born -
To add to his misery, Conscientious
ness came and raped at the door of its
accustomed home. / see, friend 10,
thou art here again, I've been search
ing for thee far and wide, that L might
occupy my old place again, although
you shut me close, and stified my voice
when l tried to save thee from harm"
"Begone thou art quite ready to &C.
cupy another's property y
81 tried to find thee, returned Con-
scientiousness, "but in vain.
AvaSnt 1 tell thee, or / will smite
thee to the earth y
Next came Sublimity and Ideality-
the one majestic in mien, the other the
personifcation OF all that is lovely in
the graces.
81 ere is our dear home at last !" and
so saying Ideality threw her arms about
JOS neck and kissed him. "Now let us
go into our abiding place"
"Carses upon you p cried 10. You
here too? Away Bring some fend to
occupy your place, unless We can deco
rate hell with more horrors than it now
possesses y
Ideality gathered up her beautiful
robes and fled in dismay.
"Satan in this work - cried Sublim-
ity, as he dashed his ponderous weight
against the door of his old home, and
in an instant was inside.
"Well done p cried 10. "You're
there, are yeu?"
eyes. and I'm here to stay."
elm lost I'm lost :" cried 10.
"No you're saved y cried Sublimity,
eff you but call in your old friends.
There's Conscientiousness, the just !;
Hope, that never despairs Human Ma
ture, that can tell you the motives of Sa-
tan himself Veneration, that looks for
help to the Supreme Being Benevolence,
that will win your enemies by kindness,
and Spirituality, that lights up all in
the darkest hour. Let them in, and then
let Satan win if he can
"Oh, that's your game is it % yelled
Satan, hurting a birthstone ladle at JOS
head.
"Come, friendsr' shrieked 10,
"quick help against Satan Come,
Conscience, Hope, Spirituality Oh,
Jesus come !"
"Jo dear 10 Don't you know me,
your own wife? Here are all your
friends %
Js looks for a moment wildly at his
wife, and then falls back upon the bed.
The wildness is gone.
Where am l ?" he at length asks.
In your own house, dear 10.
"Thank Godi" he says. Now isn't
my head shot off? ?"
"No, no; only wound"
"Was in fight %
"Never mind now, 10, you must lie
down and rest yourself"
"Just what Satan said to me-"
"He's out of his head" says one.
"No, not now" says 10, "Tm as
sane as ever was in my life-that is, if
my head is all right and 10 carefully
put his hand On the top of his head as
if expecting to find it gone.
"Thank heaven. then it was a
dream"
He insisted on being told what had
happened. :.
"you went to your Cornwall Club,
and and drank until you had the
"Blue devils" suggested 10.
eyes, and in your raving you drew
your revolver and-and-"
"Shot the top of my head off, in
terrup.ed 10.
"No, but made an ugly pistol-shot
wound ON your head, and the surgeon
had to raise portion of your skull from
the brain. A hairs breadth more, and
you would have been past help"
Then there was more rejoicing and
more thankfulness.
10 mendcd rapidly under the loving
care of his vile, and was soon able to
be about. He went once more to the
Convival Club, and told his dream, and
babe them final farewell. Some who
had taken a glass or two laughed at it,
but the majority took it more seriously,
and said it must, indeed, have been a
terrible experience that could make 10
Denton temperate and really worthy