The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-08-06

cersa5py quite large proportion was
uns0#nd. Saul followed his wife's
glant with bitter smile upon his
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"a, Fanny so the tumbler will
watering alike at the compare
tive Wpriety and the strangeness of
tons HE discreet wife ventured no
furt{f remark.
I'VE You got no supper tor your
huspHnd, Fan ?" he next asked.
rye bit of bread, Saul, there's
notls5pg else in the house."
HpNa0ghed bitterly.
"AAu you didn't expect me?"
Q, | didn't"
l-ss y tell. i don't blame you for that.
fs'ifsst0OIate to buy pound of bacOn? :?
There is fire enough to fry it, more's
the wonder. There's shilling, Fan
ny; perhaps you wouldn't dislikea
cup of tea"
"Oh, thank you. Saulw
Fanny Hobson was hungry and
tired, and the prospect was inviting.
She slipped out readily, wondering
and excited. She soon returned with
the bacon and an ounce of tea. 1t
was quite wonderful, the alacrity
with which, thus encouraged, she
/ hustled about to make the place COM
Portable. The warm, savory smell,
and the noise Of the frying bacon as
it fixed and hissed in the pan, reach
ed the children in their bed on the
floor in little recess of the room,
and they called out
"What is it, .nother; who's fry
ing"
"Mother is" answered Saul Hob
son land if you are good and quiet
you shall have a taste"
Awestruck at their fathers voice.
the children We're like mice for the
next few minutes, save whispered
comment or two on the prospect be-
| fore them.
1t was sight to behold that fam
lily half an hour later-the poor little
wan, half fed, scantly-attired children
gathered around their parents knees,
and eating ravenously of bread and
bacon, with an occasional sip of warm
tea from the basin which their father
used, or the cracked teacuD of their
q Mo' Y 81; Wien they had gone back
tliefs was whisper among them, and
then uprose in tremulous tones-a
little out of tune, perhaps, and yet
surely somehow in tune with the
angels music-the simple words of
thanks,-
1--WE thank, Thee. Lord, for this our food.
But more because of Jesus blood:
Let mamma to our souls be given
The bread of life sent down from Heaven. 3"
Saul Hobson'S eyes grew moist
with blessed tears, and he was silent
for some time. Then he raised the
broken glass in his hand and flung it
on the fireplace, where it fell in a
dozen pieces.
"There, Fanny" said he, there's
my last glass at the Three Fawns'-
that's the last glass of liquor l shall
ev rdrink."
"Thank Godr ~
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Eight years have passed away
eight happy years for Saul and Fan
ny Hobson. Slowly but surely the
work of reformation has been carried
on in that once miserable family.
Almost the first act of its head, when
he had recovered all his articles from
the pawnshop, was to remove into a
tidier quarter of the town, and to en-
gage two rooms.
Being an able workman he soon
received an advance in his wages,
when his master discovered he could
depend on his punctual attendance
and Saul began to save. He had
ideas of bettering his condition form
ed in his sober brain, which in his
drink-loving days could not find
room there. And now, with small
capital carefully and prudently ac-
cumulated year by year, he has just
gone into business as a master trades
man, with light heart, clear con-
science, and happy home.
Best of all, he and his wife have
become members of Christian
church, and are endeavoring to bring
up their family in the fear Of the
Lord, which is the beginning Of
wisdom.
Saul Hobson never ceases to rejoice
in this circumstance which led him
to decide that he had taken his last
glass.
The Cincinnati Enquirer estimates
ex President Grants present income
is not far from S50,000 year. He
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