Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-09

old Virginny."
''Parish, you known l have spent all
nv life studying these things"
eyes, massa, you very wise, I know"
"Can you read?'
"No, massa."
"Parish," said, fixing my gaze upon
him, 'sdo you know what happens to
man who does nothing but drink whisky
and smoke tobacco, when he dies!'
aDon't look at me so, massa," said the
negro, trembling.
parish" I said to him lowering my
voice, show would you enjoy play like
this: Suppose yourself in room SO cold
that whisky freezes. Your hair turns
into icicles. Your fingers break like
sticks Of candy. Touch your ears and
nose with straw, they break off. Your
! frozen words rattle on the ground like
shot,
! The negro began to shiver.
:'On one side Of you stands demon
with lash that bites to the bone; anoth-
er opposite with heavy club smites
your shins."
The negro placed both his hands where
the blows were falling.
"Lord mercv!n he muttered.
behind you the fangs Of a bloodhound
meet in your t1esh,''
! Parish rolled up his eyes and changed
the position OF his hands.
'Parsh,' said in a tone Of deep pathos
do you know that Mr.. Hoag has sold
you to the evil one? He told me SO him
self 1t is in writing. I have seen the
paper"
The negro gave deep groan.
ssYou are to have all the tobacco anC
whisky you want in this world,' contin
ued, sand then"
ooh! massa, what shall do?'' said the
negro. ''Sold to the debble!"
F II alone can save you,;' I replied. SD
what tell you, and I will save you
When your master comes home tonight
he will have been drinking; that vii
make him sleep soundly. When he i
asleep, steal into his room, take his pa
) pers from his pocket; bring them to ~
[ will doctor the writing. will chea
! the evil spirit. Here are five silver dol
lars; you shall have fifteen more whel
t you bring me the papers. That will
make you start fair in life again. low
L
Z litionist. l am a nephew of Horac
Greeley, a son Of Charles Sumner, a grand
son of John Brown"
, Ode Lord bless de abolitionist and OLE
S John BROWN said the negro, looking g
me with reverence.
0 At two o'clock that night I heard
. sleslthy step: and Parish with naked fee
I pushed open the door and crept into tn
s room.
"Here they are, massa," said he, hand
ng me half dozen letters.
"Ths is it, said, and selecting ONT
3 I replaced it by an envelope and pape
J Of equal size, and then put the borrowe
r document in my pocket. :Put these lei
tiers back, PARISH l said. ''You ar
e saved; have hoodwinked the evil one.
;. The negro stole softly away. locke
/ my door and went to sleep.
As was standing on Broadway tina
9 pleasant Lenten afternoon, these shadow:
; separated from their substance by only
:, few hours, rose before me. L was look
ing at them with kindly eye, when
saw Mr.. Hoag issuing from a neighbo1
o ing sample room, followed by his ma
Friday. AS he drew near me, my frien6
, the rector came out of Stewards, escor
J, ing richly -dressed lady.
$ "That was beautiful sermon Of your
last Sunday, Mr.. Godkind," she sale
r turning with her foo. on carriage steI
I do call and see me soon about OF
society for the prevention Of evil.'
0 AS she spoke q stage rolled passed
@ whose wheel, str king hole in the pave
. ment, splashed some mud on her velve
: dress. The rector gave pious exclamt
! ton of horror, and, with his daint
handkerchief, tried to wipe away tn
: stain. The brave policeman who ha
q witnessed the catastrophe shook his clu
at the driver.
d Mr.. Godkind placed the lady in ne
carriage. She leaned from the door ate
4 she had taken her seat.
u IF l only knew where he was" sh
n said to the rector, who bent forward t
. catch her words. cts two years sine
q the woman to whom I intrusted hi
I stole him away. I do not dare to max
. inquiries. She was afraid l would plac
him in other hands. Every month 81
,: comes to me for money. But how can
y tell if he is we'll treated? I am s
\ wrctchcd!'
q The lady withdrew into the carriag
Mr.. Godkind shut the door, and turne
sadly to where we were standing. 4
7 he did so, Mr.. Hoag stepped forward.
"How de doc" he said, stretching 0,
y his land.
h You have the advantage of me, sir
!, said tie rector, looking pale but firm ar
d not noticing the others hand.
"Come, come, no nonsense" said NJ
J. Hoag, his correct manner somewhat u
e hinged by the number of cock tails he W;
carrying. No nonsense, MIR. Godkin
Le How are you. and hows your wife al
~ all your cnildren?"
n The rectors face grew hvid. " I dor
d know to whom I have the honor Of spea
J. ing" he replied hoarsly.
If Mr.. Hoag grew sober with rage. Ju
IS Is then the little musician began playi,
!. on his fiddle, and singing snatches
10 song.
Mr.. Hoag looked fxed!y at the recte
,e the rector calmly returned his stare. A
le ter few moments Mr.. Hoag placed /
10 hands in his pocket and drew out a nul
Der Of letters. He picked out one
< them and slowly opened it. AS he d
10 so myself glanced over his should
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