The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-02-17
Mrs. Worsham's Surprise.


night was coming on and a man was
thrust violently into the street, or rather
the road
The man who was elected was young,
and might have been handsome had IL
not been for the dissipated appearance OF
his dress. AT the moment he was evil
IDENTIFY intoxicated.
The man who elected him was an aged
gentleman, whose face was red with
honest indignation, which also showed
itself in his voice and his language.
Albert Wakely was lawyer Of ability
and promise when he married John
Byrd's daughter Mary, although he had
already contracted fondness for drink.
This passion did not abate after his
marriage, but grew upon him, and ut
the birth of his boy he had become no
better than loafer, sheltering himself
with his wife in the house of his father
in.law, to whom his family looked for
all the necessaries of life.
John Byrd was not the man to patient
lily endure his son-in-law's worthlessness
aud ill.treatment of his wife, and at last,
when Wakely came crawling into the
house after n prolonged absence and
debauch, he opened the door and expell-
ed him forcibly.
eco Off" he exclaimed with his
voice full of anger. eco Off, Albert
Wakely, and never darken my doors
again You have no longer home
here, and you shall never set your foot
in my house after this.
Wakely murmured something about
wanting to see his wife.
" She don't want to see you. Go off,
] sayl Nobody here cares what becomes
of you"
The old man went back into the house
aud closed and locked the door, while
the young man stumbled up the road,
his eyes, and his faculties apparently
dazed.
He thus wandered on, never looking
up nor glancing to the right or the left.
stupid and purposeless, until he reached
the bank of stream.
Ignoring the bridge, he would have
waded into the water if he had not been
seized and forcibly restrained by man
who had noticed his strange move
ments.
What, Wakely, is this your What
are you doingY Where are you 60
ingp"
Il dent know" was the sleepy reply.
. Where am n"
6 You would now be in the water If
had not stopped you. Come, let me
take you home"
At this word Wakely suddenly
himself up, raised his hat
and pushed the hair from his eyes.
Home !" he exclaimed. Il have no
home"
In response to the wondering ques-
tions of the other, he related, more
lucidly than might have been expected,
the story of his expulsion from John
Byrd's house.
"That's nothing" said his friend.
"Come to town with me, and straighten
up, and it will be all right in the morn
ing"
" 1t will never be right, Mr.. Hender-
SON." replied Wakely. "This is the
end of it. Ihave been driven out and /
deserve it, and will never set foot in
John Byrd's house again. That is not
all. L will never drink another drop of
liquor as long as 1 live, so help me
heaven"
"Don't be rash. 1t is good thing to
quit, but you will have to ease off, you
know"
Never 1 will not touch another
drop if die for it, 1 mean to leave
here and lead new life under new
name.o
eff you really mean that, Wakely, /
can put you in the way to make man
of yourself. am going to Colorado.
Go with me and l will pay your way
aud help you to make your own start
ia life.''
"If you will do that, Mr.. Henderson,
you will earn my lifelong gratitude"
When John Byrd re-entered his house
he found his daughter Mary sobbing as
if her heart would break.
"What have you done, father ?" she
asked.
"What have you done 7"
81 have driven away that worthless
vagabond |" he roughly replied, "and
ordered him never to darken my doors
again"
"You might have given him another