Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-07-27

~ hope they haven't damaged you much"
Newenham certainly did look rather
damaged" In fact, he presented Q
most pitiable appearance, with swol.
len nose and cut lip, his clothes nearly
torn of his back, and ono eye
fast closing up. He still retained
consciousness enough of what had
happened to be slightly amused and
astonished at the difference between his
rescuer's present and past mode Of ex-
pressing himself. Although his counte-
nance in its present condition was incapa-
BILE Of displaying much expression, it
must have betrayed his surprise, for the
young miner bit his lip, and, turning upon
his heel, walked of to the farther end Of
the room.
Newenham, however, found himself
surrounded by other sympathizers. Mr..
Kezah, popularity known as "Quaker
Joe" having at last convinced himself
that he was not likely to hurt the feel
ings Of the committee men by attending
to tho wants Of tho man they had just
chastised, had come forward with some
brandy. One or two Of the men attached
to the hotel also drew near to have q look
ut him, while few struggled in from
the bar room beyond. They were all dis
persed, however, by woman's shrill
voice, which, beginning in some distant
corner Of the house, became higher as it
approached. It had startling effect
upon the men present-they all fed be-
fore It; and by the time the lady herself
burst into the room not soul was to be
seen but her legal lord and master and
Jack Newenham and his other rescuer,
Mr.. Snaresbrook, who, seated on a box
close by, had been watching with much
interest the administration Of the brandy.
In the confusion Of tongues that fol.
lowed Mr.. Snaresbrook stealthily appro-
priated the bottle, which still contained
some brandy, and retired into the gar
den. When he was sought for q little
later, he was found slumbering near the
water butt-he having been forbidden by
Mrs. Kezah ever to approach tho pump
again. He was clasping the empty
brandy bottle tightly in his hand, and, as
they bent over him with q lantern, he
stirred restlessly. opening his dull bleared
eyes.
"Oh, what weary world this ISL lie
said. "How itanakesh peashable man
long for quiet! Go long! I'm q peash-
able"--
The hand that held the lantern was
sharply thrust on one side, SO that its
rays should no longer fall upon tho
spectacle Of degraded manhood. John
Smith, who held the lantern, understood
the reason Of that bitter, passionate ges-
ture Of the girl by his side. He set the
light gently down upon the ground and
walked away through the dark garden
on to the road. Perhaps until that mo-
ment, when he had seen its effects in the
agony and shame of the daughters ges-
ture, he had never understood to the full
the horrible degrading power of drink.
He did not wait for the girl to join
him, knowing that she would stay out
there in the lonely night till her drunken
father should arouse himself sufficiently
to be led back to the shed where, by the
charity of the proprietor Of the "Red
Unicorn" he was allowed to sleep of
the drunken fits Of the day. Not till
then would she 60 back with weary feet
and sad eyes to her own room. The
young mans face grew very gloomy in
deed as he marched along the moonlit
road out to the distant miners camp
where he had made himself a home.