The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-12-15

discovery of this open door of escape for
poor captives from a prison IN wh1ch
they are tortured by the most lnexoraoie
tyrant the world ever knew, an appetite
for strong drink.
And freedom is given to these young
men while there is yet time to make
amends, while they may comfort the
hearts that have ached for them before
they must look back on a long path OF
wasted years, the path of life that no one
treads but once, whose course IS lfrevo-
cable, and missteps irretrlevaole, let
optimists fiatter and try to ffattef as they
may.
There is pleasant home atmosphere
at the Forest Glen, that is most grateful
to the wounded self-respect and sensitive
pride of the patients. The very presence
there of the sweet and gracious woman
on whose shoulders the mantle OF her
venerated father seems to have fallen,
for she is helping on his life work IN
different way) her gentle presence and
tender charity are like healing to them
that come to be cured.
'sYou can not think what revelauon,
the experience, the histories OF some OF
these men has been to me, she said to
the writer, lately, 81 grow all the time
more interested in the work, and have
more and more sympathy for the men
who come here. / am convert to the
belief that physical rather than moral or
spiritual remedies are needed to cure in
temperance"
Many of
The Kelley Patients
stay at houses in the village rather than
at Forest Glen during their time OF treat,
ment, and the people who make homes
for them invariably become deeply inter-
ested in ''the Kelley cure"
At the Woman's Club the other after
noon an enthusiastic young woman read
inspiring articles from S'rhe Woman
League" told of cases in which she had
become especially interested from hav-
ING so we'll known the sufferers in her
own home. land lovely Willow Glen is
surely veritable Beulah Land in the
memory of many one) and SAID she pc
lievea the Kelley movements to be the
only temperance work that has brought
reward. She is the niece and adopted
daughter of sainted clergymn. now
entered into his rest, who labored faith
sully in every good cause here and lis
tening to her earnest voice and advocacy,
probably more than one present thought
gratefully that good deeds and right
eous influence are indeed hereditary, no
less than evil incIinations and weak
| wills.
Every afternoon in the wintry twilight
a great mountain wagon rolls down the
hard frozen road, taking a load of men to
the Kelley Institute for the afternoon
treatment.
sit makes me positively unhappy"
said young girl to an older. friend, as
the wagon passed them ''There is some
thing tragical about it, and do you know
| what it makes me think Of? 1t is OF
tumbril loaded with prisoners being car
ried to the guillotinep' :.
'sAlfred York had happier fancy
said her friend. 1T is better to believe
they go to drink from Ponce de Icons
| fountain Of youth" And she thought Of
| man she had known for many years, a
| man who had great talents, mental Guilt
walton and manly beauty, but who in
| spite of all these gifts perhaps all the
| faster because of them--went the down
ward road until it became painful
to meet him, for the thought of what he
once was, of what he might have been.
In the very depths of despair, in very
| desperation, he drank from the fountain
of youth, aud any who miggt be skepti-
cal, have only now to see his bright face,
with it's radiant smile and beaming eyes,
to note his buoyant step and old youth
full air of happiness and enjoyment, they
have only to feel the pleasure that it is
to see him himself again-to become be-
/ levers. E. M. M.