The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-03-04
Reunited.

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+ of moderate preteusions, just
~ outside of an Indiana town,
SS was hastily opened as night
was coming on and man was
thrust violently into the street, or,
rather, road.
The man who was elected was
young, and might have been hands
some had it not been for the dissi-
pated appearance of his features
and the untidiness of his dress. At
the moment he was evidently intox-
icated.
The man who elected him was an
elderly gentleman, whose face was
red with honest Indignation, which
also showed itself in his voice and
in his language.
Albert Wakely was a lawyer of
ability AID promise when he maj
ried John Byrd's daught@ Mary,
although he had already contracted
a fondness for drink.
This passion did not abate after
his marriage, but grew upon him,
and at the birth of his boy he had
become no better than a 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
patiently endure his son-in-law's
worthlessness and i'll treatment of
his wife, and at last, when WakelV
came crawling into the house after
prolonged absence and debauch,
he opened the door and expelled
him forcibly.
go OFF, he exclaimed, with his
voice full of anger. $50 off, Albert
Wakely, and never darken my doors
again! You have no longer home
here, and you shall never set your
loot in my house after this"
Wakely murmured something
about wanting to see his wife.
"She don't want TO see you. She
is no longer your wife. Go off, L
say! Nobody here cares what be-
comes of you"
The old man went back into the
house and closed and locked the
door, while the young man STUN
bled up the road, his hat over his
eyes, and his faculties apparently
dazed.
He thus wandered on, never look
ing up, nor glsncing to the right or
the left, stupid and purposeless, un
Til he reached the bank Of a stream. |
Ignoring the bridge, he would |
hoxrn lHn6 ~ hn if ha
had not been seized and forcibly |
restrained by a man who had no
ticed his strange movements.
"What, Wakely, is this you?
What are you doing2 Where are
you goingP'
81 don't know" was the sleepy |
reply. "Where am I?''
''You would now be in the water
if 1 had not stopped you. You
have been drinking, Wakely. Come,
let me take you home"
Home" he exclaimed. 81 have
no home"
In response to the wondering
questions 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 morning"
at will never be right, Mr.. Hen
derson," replied Wakely. "This is
the end of it. l have been driven |
out and l deserve it, and l will |
never set foot in John Byrd's house
again. This is is not all. l will |
never drink another drop of liquor
as long as live, SO help me Heav
enp'
Don't be rash. 1t is a good !
thing to quit, but you will have to
ease of, you know"
Never | will not touch an
other drop if / die for it. L mean
to leave here and to lead a new life
under a new name"
If you really mean that, Wakely, |
can put you in the way to make a
man of yourself. 1 am going to
Colorado. Go with me and l will |
pay your way and help you to make
YOUR Own SJaTI III lllc.
"If you will do that, Mr.. Hender- |
son, you will earn my lifelong graf
itude."
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 doneP'
Il have driven away that worth |
less vagabond," he roughly replied,
and have ordered him never to
darken my doors again"
"You might have given him an
other chance. He is my husband,
and he is the father of my child"
"He has had chance enough. He
shall not be your husband much
longer. He shall torture you no
more. will get a divorce for you"
Il want no DIVORCE" sobbed |
Mary"
you don't know what you want. |
You need a divorce and you shall |
nave it. have taken this matter |
into my own hands. Worsham is
ready and anxious to marry you"
Six years have passed since Al |
bert Wakely was summarily elected |
from the house of his father in law.
At the mouth of a canon il |
Southern Colorado, where the tor
Lured torrent that has passed |
through the cleft in the mountains |
becomes a placid stream as it de |
bouches on broad and fertile val |
ley, single prairie schooner" had
stopped, and its driver, a rude, red
shirted fellow, is seen in converse
Lion with an old man, who is evi
IDENTIFY expostulatlng with him in
vain.
Its no use," said the driver at
last; ''Tve gone as fur as your
money will justify, and furder, and
here mean to quit. If you ever
expect to stop anywhere, this is as
good a place as you will find. III
you want either work or help Gen. |
Chance is likely TO give it to YOU"
"Does he own this valley?" asked |
the old man."