The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-12-17

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whisky" be answered with smile.
sSone bot lemonade win b squai!y
elioacious, I think"
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good Indeed, ! think your cold =
worse"
q soat taks anything just know
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This man wanted time to think
He locked around his comfortably
fsruisbed apsrtnsst with pardoaasls
pride. By his own industry, and his
vife's economy and careful manage
mese ~ had bailt for his family
60 Aasncisl foaada4ion. How ksd
Il happsned? Memory went back :
step. THAT right" would to
heaven he could forget it!' Strsnee
that man should want 70 loee sight
Of the means of his salvation; but it
il generally 20. There stands bis
noshse q IL head Of the stairs. mp
which be is coming with unsteady
steps. He Is MOI % intoSioated but
that he sees how deadly pale she ID,
and how the hand holding the lamp
tremb9es. The swfsl ssdness Of her
face terri6es, and a'moss sobers him.
He dare not speak. There il no ex-
cuse for his conduct, and he passes
her silently, - man might pass the
BODY az his nurdesed victim. Sleep
overpowers him, but the last thing
be hears, are these words, sobbed out
BY the stricken one At his bedside
ssOh, God, kave mercy on my boy"
Tie next morning be is awakened
BY the voice Of stranger. His moth
er 10 dead.
Since then not drop Of intoxicat-
ing liquor has passed his lips. With
him, ~ with many another, it is total
abstinence Or nothing. Hereditary
tendencies make temperate drinking
On utter impossibility. Does his wife
know Of this family curse, this youth.
full dissipationr No, be has never
told her. Why. should he trouble her
with such history, now that al dan
ger has passed? Little Blanche, -four
years old, is asleep in her crib; one
chubby hand tucked under her dimp-
led cheek! Baby May on the bed be-
side him, laughs in her dreams, then
means and almost avakens. "The
picture must have changed.s he ssya
softly TO myself, - he watches the
tiny face; and then swept over hin
the thought Of change that would
come to those he loved-if-
A soft step approaches. A sweet
womsnly face draws near. The own
er Of it is busy stirring smoking
tumbler. :
"This win break up your cold, John
il anything will. have made it pret
ty strong; but it don't matter Is 20,
are in bed" vi
The fumes Of Bourbon FIJI tn,
apartment. John rises on his elbow
and takes the glass from her hand
There is strange expression on hi
face, which the good wife does no
understand. Help him, oh God, 70
he 10 sorely tempted !! tempted, toe
BY his best beloved.
"Why don't you drink r she ask
with suspicion Of tremulant in he
voice.
"Drink?'' he repeats. How far Of
his voice soands! ut is fever" sh
thinks /; and her fond heart grow
cold and heavy.
"Drink il quickly, dear !" she goe
on. II sm afraid you have some fe
yer. II you can only get in q perspil
alton; and to do that there is nothing
SO good IS whisky"
Not Z muscle Of his face moves
and the hand clasping the goblet
q ri9id o iron, What is that he j
sayisgf @Oh, God! have mercy o
ny boyf" No other proof is needle
TO convince this now thorough
frightened woman that her husban
has taken leave Of his senses; 81
seiz,ng the glass, she says: "Perhap
you hadn't better drink this after al
/ am going to send for the doctor"
eOh, God! have mercy on my boy
he repeats, as she places tho goble
ON the table. The terrified wife am
iously regards him! II need no dot
tor. You must leave me alone her
with this glass Of whisky. Don
come near me till morning. ! hav
got to fight it our"
Slight what outw
Hot tears are binding her.
at is . hand-to-hand tussle wit
the devil! the devil of inebriation.-
God, and mother, are on my side.-
Whether I whip, or the devil, remem
Der this! never offer rum in any forr
to man, woman, or child again, q
long ~ you live" One burning kiss
and the loving temptress, with be
baby in her ans, is barred out of he
husbands presence.
"Leave me Blanche" he says
'Perhaps she will strengthen me-
Oh! the agony of that night! Daw,
found the wife kneeling by the door
whose threshold she vas forbidden +
pass. "Oh God have mercy on m,
husband 7" she has sobbed, through
the long dreary night. The doc
softly opens. She dare not look up
"Rise, my Lowell" Surely this i
the voice Of conquorer. "See wha
l have brought you! glass of whis
Ky toddy untouched by lips Of mine
knew you were kneeling here! 'Go'
have mercy on my boyv God hav
mercy on my husband! BY these
have won"
There was JOY ineffable, and indie
scribable, in that little household.
Surely the ruler of his own spiri
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