Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-02-05


ure in his uniform. He was every inch
a man.
My turn came. / was the last speak
er. / was well known to most OF the
audience, as I had been a long time In
the college. The applause, as I began
and ended, was vehement, but l scarcely
heard it. A train had arrived just as L
had mounted the rostrum. Surely he
was in it! Surely he would claim me
now before them all
I stepped down when I had finished,
and took my place in the class to receive
my diploma.
It was given. There was o short
prayer, and all was over. Carrying the
roll of parchment in my hand proudly
as if it had been a MarshaPs baton,
went out, with Jenny clinging to my
ann, to the campus, crowded with my
friends
Leaning against the fence was a
bloated, blear-eyed man, whose worn
clothes showed that he had walked
long way Two Of the professors were
talking together behind the pillar by
which stood.
"Yes, that is he, said one. "Gone
quite to the dogs. Rum rum But
he has one redeeming trait. For nine
years he has sent his pay to support this
boy and girl, and has lived himself on a
mere pittance OF his pay"
"But they never saw him. What IL
luced him to sacrifice himself In that
ray?"
"They were all he had. The only
...rops of his blood in the world ran in
their veins. The poor wretch has never
had anybody to care for him, and per-
haps he thought these children might
have some affection for him, ruined as
he is by his appetite for drink"
Istood, stunned and dumb. LII
It vast was my brother, my hero,
that they meant!
At that moment the man came for
ward, trembling. He had not drank
that day, and was unsteady from excite
ment and the want of liquor. "Rob-
ert p He held out his hand, appeal
mgly. 81 am your brother Douglas p
made no answer.
glanced around in deadly terror lest
some one should hear him. They had
all heard.
Then I looked him full in the eyes.
"This man is mad p I said, deiber-
ately. "You are nothing to me-notn-
ing [ can own no relationship with
such as you p
He staggered back as if he had been
shot.
"Great God p he muttered. 81 did
not expect this But--I-have-de-
served it p
There was sudden rush, and Sob
bing cry, and Jenny had both her arms
around his neck. douglas Brother
Douglas =, - she cried. "I have yn', at
arm about him, and, turning to a party
of her friends who stood near, said, with
calm dignity:
"This is my brother Douglas. owe
everything am and have in the world
to him. And [ have never seen him be-
fore. You will excuse me if I go with
him now"
She chung to his arm and led him
away.
"Let me go!" he said, struggling to
withdraw from her. "Let me go back
and die in the gutter. It's the only
place for me
II viii never let you go!" cried
Jenny, passionately.
"Look at those people, how they
stare at you walking with the drunken
beggar %
"These people, said Jenny. steadily,
keeping her hold OF him, "know hut
your one fault. I know You for he
noble, generous, brave man you are.
brother Let us go away from here.
love you. We will make home for
each other"
She led him, weak as a cliill, 10 bis
hotel. And, in spite of ali my rc,mon-
strances, she left town viii, bjDl next
day. I could not overcome the icing
OF disappointment md of Outraged! ,.srle.
1t was worse than foolish--it wah ~, .ed.
Nevertheless, left them, ser:sr..', no
sition as clerk, and worked ray IN
way I acted, III short, ike III uiT!,.se-
full coward.
When found Jenny persisted ~ re-
manning with him. ceased vcn t. write
to her. The work she BEGAN thar ,,Ay
she never gave UP, She DID r.. = u
home for him, the first Ii .'vaF i.,i
known made it cheerful anil h,.i,,.~
She dealt with his falling Us i! disease;
Wa.cn6Q over mia rl8nt ihU u&E ~iien
the struggles with his tempter grew 100
hard for him, gave him medicine pra ed
for him, chung to him, never lost va
tience nor hope, and showed hin .llat
she had not lost them.
My motive in telling this story is to
show that the drunkarj may sometimes
be cured by unfailing love and practical
common sense.
She Odd cure him. lie lived for many
years, and died in her arms at las. She
had, it is true, good material to work
upon. But there is almost always good
material in the drunkard. His ailment
is physical as we'll as moral disease,
and should be combated by physical as
well as moral means
When I attained full manhood, I rec
ognized the meanness and cruelty of my
position toward them. ] went to my
brother and humbly begged his pardon.
He forgave me, but I have never forgiv-
en- myself. The remembrance of this
one chance which l lost to show myself
man humbles me with regret and rnorti-
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