The Republican., 1893-09-21

build her up, sir, build her up! Now,
you are very near Uhrig's Cave, and
every morning l want you to send over
and get pitcher of fresh beer-their
beer is eXcellent-and you will find it
will give your wife strength and appe-
tite, and this little fellow here plenty
of food. Good evening""
sit required many hours of persua-
sion on the part of Philip before the
young wife would consent to put to her
lips the bitter, foaming stuff; but
where could she turn? Who was there
to counsel her? And SO against her
better Judgment she yielded.
''Time went speeding on; the physi-
clans prescription seemed to work
wonders, and Philips heart grew light
again; but somehow, in spite of the
improvement there seemed shadow il
the blue eyes SO dear to him and, a.
times, avoided his questioning glance
One evening, standing together by the
sleeping child, she told him, with greas
tears rolling over her cheeks, how thaZ
now, when she had no further need ct
the beer, she found she could net
do without it! She had tried to give il
up-no one knew how hard she haA
tried, but she was miserable without il.
She was so ashamed to tell him! She
was terrified at the thought that She
might be Il drunkard; and then hand.
some Phil just threw back his head
with a long laugh and took his little
wife into his arms while he soothed her
fears.
"Of course she missed it-that was
perfectly natural Keep some in the
house-take little less every day; she.
would soon get tired of the stuff; and
thus he dismissed it from his mind.
"a brown-eyed lassie found her way
to the home-nest to be companion for
the two year-old rascal whose eyes
opened wide in wonderment at his first
glimpse of little sister Again there
was excuse for the beer, and again
mother and child seemed to thrive. but
the husband even could be blind no
longer to the deadly desire which was
coiling round the will of his shrinking
wife, though there was never a word
spoken. Only God knew of the struggle
going on in that young mothers very
being; of the bitter, sleepless nights as
she fought against the weakness; of the
days when yielding to the tempter, she
lay on the low couch, intoxicated,
while two little babes cried piteously
for pretty mamma to waken. Worn
with suffering, wan and haggard from
sleepless vigils, tired of the terrible
struggle, the poor girl-she was only
twenty then-begged the sorrowful
young husband to take her to an inebri-
ate asylum-think of it, Elsie-near her
dear, old Boston. There seemed no
other alternative, and one bright fall
morning Philip left within the somber
walls the flower-eyed, gentle wife, and
went back to his desolate home and
motherless children.
Many a flying visit he paid her.
One short year later and they sent for
him and the little ones Her release
was at hand. She was going home to
her all-pitying Father, and she was
glad. Together they consecrated the
manly little fellow, whose dark eyes
were never tired of gazing at his 'pret-
ty mamma and the tiny daughter
with her golden curls and dimpled face
to the Lord and His service-and then
she went to the rest and peace of the
Heavenly City; he to the turmoil and
cares of his shadowed life; she, to wait;
he, to work" I
There was silence for the space of
five minutes, while the thoughts of
each were busy with the sad little
story, then Mrs. Scott said: "Do you
wonder Elsie, that these two children
should hate the deadly stuff, that they
We're taught to loath and fear ito
flee from it? Look at the lines of suf-
fering and sorrow on our noble old
fathers face, and ask him if there is
no harm in beer"'-Union Signal.