Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-10-17
G. T. u. COLUMN.
n. oGod and Home and Native Land ,
A LIFE SKETCH.

be could go no farther, and, with
Be of depression and homesick-
such as they had not before ex-
need, they dropped into a Sc
place on the wharf and shed
burning tears over the old
and the loved ones from whom
were so cruelty parted. AT
b James, the youngest, stammer-
Eth:
his won't do, Dick; night is COM
b. We must eat and sleep and
bdy for something in the morn
1 promised mother that I'd do
bst I could"
course; but how can a fellow
from home, and no money to do
help it?" was the fearful reply.
" see his comrade cast down rous
NJ mes to his usual bright, happy
Ter.
to money, we've enough for
Eht, and tomorrow we must try
d something else to do" was the
full answer.
morrow came. The lads were
New England homes. Their
ers and appearance spoke of
economy and neatness. With
education,a and particularly quick
Ires, they were ready for any
that might offer. Before noon
were engaged as clerks at what
I'D to them really high wages.
ton was a small village, but the
binding country was already tax
b by farmers, and the river was
NJ It time the only outlet for their
ice; hence business was active
blooms abundant.
bhe days wore on it became evil
that the two clerks, quick and
their new surroundings, were
ted by altogether different prin-
|. James Darcy attended church
|hrly, and every day found time
" d the Bible his mother gave him
'rting. He made few friends;
those were studious and soon
was a reading room in the attic
store, and a lyceum with an av-
display of forensic talent.
K Fraser worked faithfully thro'
by, but at night he wanted fun.
shut up in the attic was too
and poor for his views. The sa
were we'll lighted; there were
-es and singing and good COM
nship. James persuaded, and
went so far as to'appeal to his
Tor his mother.
/ hat are you afraid of boy? What
ble harm can come to me? l like
Il time and 1 don't like books and
BY going, as you do"
bu ask whatI am afraid of Dick"
lanes, with a tremor in his voice.
Fisit the saloon every night is to
iiuced to drink and to gamble.
! who go there go for that pur
Is it not so?''
me go for that, likely, and 9TH
b to look on. have never talk
bre than one or two glasses; and
play, why, I just begin to know
hrds."
fomise me you will not venture
/ I'm more of them. / can not bear
|nk of the sorrow you will bring
1r old home, the ruin you will
Y draw upon YOURSELF" pleaded |
fdger' exclaimed Dick, turning
heel. "What a fuss about moth
Here, ThroopI" to one of his as
Fes who was passing, ''just stop |
lear the parson. In his eyes it is
Fful thing to show yourself in a
h. He's afraid!" was continued |
b laugh.
raid of what?" asked Throop de- |
ELY.
Elirium tremens," roared Dick.
L confess I shall be afraid, too,
7 and listen to him any longer"
len why do it? Edmunds and |
p are out, and Jack won't be far
IA. Come onI''
les saw his old friend go out
b heavy heart. Then he leaned
lad on his hand md thought of
kar old home. Many times he had
homesick, and many times he
\ 1t that he must give it all up;
Ne promise he made his mother
stood with his hand clasped in
|herved him, and the Bible she
kiven him was his comforter.
N as he might be, it rested him to
mmit thy way unto the Lord;
hlso in him, and he shall bring it
81
FOn is no longer a small village,
large commercial town. James
Is prosperous merchant, with
l. RI which he hoe inst bror7nhf