The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-03-07

all else and joined in. The glad peals
echoed through the great barn, in the door of
which they were seated. The trees were
glorious in russet-brown, flaming red and dull
gold; the sun was shining brightly, and all
seemed happy and peaceful. Only few
pebbles were thrown in the sea of life by a
boy and his sister A ripple was formed, then
another. They widen and deepen. Will
they cease, or will they go on? Will the re-
membrance of these days of innocent enjoy
ments shine out as beacons in the dark and
storm-tossed sea of life in after years. with
vessel wrecked, chart and compass 80 long
neglected? Will the tiny words of warning
loom up before them with all the scenes Of
the past, that stare a drowning man SO
wildly in the face?
"Will you have glass of wine ?" said a
fair young hostess in dainty city home. A
few friends were gathered there, dropped in
accidentally.
The young mistress of this beautiful home
desired to extend what she considered mere
act of hospitality. AS the wine was poured
out in the rich cut glass how it sparkled |!
The fair hand dispensing it, and soft voice
uttering the request-ah! it was tempting to
many.
One there was, however, who gently but
firmly refused.
"Why, Warren, you certainly will not re-
fuse this when tell you it's home made !?
Aunt Julie and I made it three years ago at
the homestead. I cannot persuade you?
WE'LL I have some sweet cider, sent from
home, and I will ring and have glass of it
brought for YOU"
81 thank you. never drink even glass
of sweet cider" There was a ring of frmness
that could not be mistaken.
"Well, really Are you such strict tenn
perance man, and is your wife as precise as
you are It's too bad, all the others accept
and you two allow yourselves such conscien-
tious scruples. But then, you always were
so from boy. Do you recollect those tenn
perance meetings they used to hold in Circle,
vile, particularly the one when you and
all the others recited verses from the Bible?
Wilson and were there that night, and
shall never forget the sensation he produced
when he jumped up and repeated Pauls ad-
vice, Take little tor your stomachs sake
He was such mischievous boy in those days,
and he has never mended his ways. He and
Burt almost make me wild at times with their
pranks.
"weI, if Warren will not accept I will
(re-)accept. Fill up the glass, Annie. Here's
to Aunt Julie. Long may she live to supply
us with such rosy wine" The young man
drank the contents of the glass eagerly. As
one watched him there seemed to appear
trace after trace-shall we say it ?-of habit
ual, although it might be what the gay world
would lightly term, moderate drinker."
Moderate! Moderate in what! in handling
poison in drinking of the accursed cup that
has blighted the lives of thousands of earth's
fairest sons and daughters broken more
hearts, filled more graves and sent more
heaven-born souls down into the depths OF
eternal darkness and everlasting despair than
all the sins combined which stain Gods foot
stool
"wel this is good to steady ones nerves
after excitement. By the way" said young
DR.. Burton Bowers, "old Travers was raving
to-day; threatened to kill me if he caught
me. l kept out of his way, as he is perfectly
crazy when drunk; would kill his best friend,
although when sober he is one of the kindest
of men. But he is such hopeless victim he
dare not carry cent in his pocket"
GLOW did he get it then?" inquired his
wife.
swell, in the first place, he was treated
and got enough to make him crazy. Coming
home he beat his wife. was called in and
found her very weak. I ordered quart OF
whiskey, and gave directions to give her a
very little to keep her from sinking. Well,
after was gone, some time the next day, l
believe, Travers smells mice and found it
was locked up. While his wife was asleep he
stole the key from under her pillow, and, as
would be expected, never stopped until he
drank all the remaining contents OF the
bottle"
The doctor paused, glanced across the
room, and saw two magnetic eyes looking
earnestly at him. Was there reproach, or
what was there in the gaze? What made him
feel so uncomfortable? Just as though he
had been committing some heinous offence.
But that Warren Davis always, since he had
known him. was a-no, he could not call him
Pharisaical, he was too true, well then, Puri-
tanical sort of chap. But what right had
he to look 80 reprovingly at me? Am not
a member of christian church profess
sional man, although young, still respected as
such! Do I not pray in public, lead the
prayer-mecting, attend service when posi-
BILE? Who can say aught against me?"
Why did that passage of scriptures come TO
him so wildly, "Woe unto him that glveth
his neighbor drink, that putteth thy bottle to
him. "Pshaw never made him drunk.
How can I help it if he will ruin himself and
family"
[To BE CONCLUDED
On Friday of last week, Secretary of State