The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-10-05

and, if you can make your son a good
Christian, You need have no fear. In all
my experience as a physician, / have never
seen a confirmed inebriate thoroughly re-
claimed, nor one with inherited proclIvf-
ties restrained by anything but religious
convictions. I'm not a church member
myself; | don't know even whether l can
call myself a Christian; but l can give that
testimony in favor of the Gospel"
When Harry Crandall left college, Mr..
Marston, a friend of his grandmother's,
gave him a place in his counting-house.
The young man was capable, industrious
and honorable, and soon became a fayorite
with his employer. One Saturday evening
he returned home radiant with delight.
so MOTHER he cried excitedly, edo you
know Mr.. Marston has raised my salary,
and I'm to get fifty dollars a month? lie
says next year he expects to raise it again.
I'm invited to a dinner party, too, at his
house tomorrow; the very first time any
clerk in his establishment has ever been
thus honored. Are you not delighted?''
His mother smiled lovingly at the bright,
handsome face of her son; but a sudden
thought struck her.
'Invited TO a dinner party tomorrow, .
she said. "But you forgot, Harry, that
tomorrow is the Sabbath
mo, Idon't; but it's a case of necessity,
you see. It's just like a kings order. and
Pm obliged to obey. You surely wouldn't
have me insult my employer, who is ad-
vaneing my interests in every way, by tell
ing him I couldn't go to a dinner party on
Sunday, at his house, because l thought,
or you thought, it was a sin? Just like
telling him to his face he was all wrong
himself. You don't know Mr.. Marston.
He would be furious, and probably dis
miss me. We can't afford to do that,
mother. You must know it,
Yes, she did know it. But she did know,
too, how wrong it was to give a consent to
what she considered a desecration of the
Sabbath. There are good, pious mothers
in the world who, unfortunately, some
times in an hour of strong temptation, be-
come weak Christians. When Mrs. Gran
dali, the next day, laid out her sons dress
suit, not for church, but for a dinner party,
when she saw him arrayed in it, without
further remonstrance-she made the first
rift in the armor of right with which her
teachings had encased him. A rift, per-
haps, but enough to shatter the whole
fabric at the first attack.
There was quite a large party assembled
at Mr.. Marston's when Harry reached
there. They were, most ofthem, wealthy,
fashionable people, whom he had often
heard of and seen, but into whose society
he had never expected to be thrown. He
was, however, too we'll educated and gen
tlemanly not to feel at ease among courte-
Gus, well-bred people. The young lady
whom it fell to his lot TO take in to dinner.
a Miss Evelyn. was a very beautiful and
witty girl, and Harry had often heard of her
~satirical speeches. He stood somewhat in
awe of her at first, but she knew too well
how to make herself charming for this
feeling TO continue.
When wine was passed around with the
first course, every glass was filed but Har-
RVS, who refused it. His host was near
enough to him to observe the omission,
and called out to a servant, ''Stephens.
you have forgotten Mr.. Crandall. Fill
his glass
"Thank you, but l never drink wine,
Mr.. Marston."
He colored holly with false shame as he
spoke, and saw a half smile on the faces
OF the guests.
"Pshaw. nonsense!.n cried Mr.. Marston
in his dictatorial manner. "a glass of
good sherry never hurt anyone bat some
weak-headed fool who is afraid to trust
anything but cold water. But it You pre-
fer it, of course [ won't press you
Harry was ready to sink through the
floor in his confusion. He looked up, to
see a mocking smile on the beautiful lips
of his neighbor.
SIS it possible. Mr.. Crandall," she said
tduSuihSs th1J you @C icaiS VHC VI
those temperance fanatics? I've heard a
great deal of them, but | never met one of
them before
81 do not belong to any temperance So
cicty," he said, wincing at the contemptu-
Gus tone with which she spoke. He did
not add, 81 have promised my mother
never to touch a drop" for it seemed to
him a childish thing to say, as if he was
still tied to her apron string.
Miss Evelyn was an extremely vain
young lady, and it struck her at the mo-
ment what at excellent joke it would be if
she could charm the young teetotaller into
drinking a glass of wine. 1t could do him
no harm, and the total abstinence doctrine
ought to be put down in good society. So
she made herself as entertaining as a beau
tiful and intelligent girl could be, and after
a time turned to him with a brilliant smile:
SIT is very ungallant of you, Mr.. Crandail,
to nave allowed me to drink several toasts
without joining in them. You have for
gotten your duty as an escort. But then,
to be sure, | am not afraid of a glass of
wine, which you are, You know. Now |
am going to propose a little toast, inst be-
tween us. Let us drink to our FIXTURE
friendshin far we ara enino IA he friends.