The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-08-10
glass, which he emptisa in one

moment.
But the middle-aged mamie looked
at the children, he followed the little
boys glance toward the glass-a
reddish shade crept over his face, he
tried to look at me but could not. His
eyes were fascinated by those of the
little boy. The other two went out.
l counted my money. The third glass
was still standing untouched. In the
presence of woman and little children
the true man awoke, and appetite fled.
| hurried the children away, and re-
Elected that this one experience, dam
gerous as l felt it to be, might save the
boy from ever making second visit to
a saloon.
One wet evening l passed Ashland
| avenue going toward the bridge. Two
men had for awhile walked in front of
me. One was man below middle size,
fair-haired, weatherbeaten, with the
trot of a tired workingman, and in
| blue overalls despatched with mud.
His companion was head taller, wore
a heavy overcoat and rubber shoes.
He spoke almost noisily and the work
ingman tried to quiet him. They at
tracted my attention so much that
hurried till l came within closer hear
ing.
| Now, why can you not as well go
with me? There is plenty of time to
take drink"
NO, sir! know my wife is waiting,
and the small man swung his dinner
pail in a very determined manner.
could see that wife putting the sup
per on the table, and the children look
ing through the windows for their
| father.
"Oh, come! come on! Just a mo-
ment"'
You had better go home with me
and get some grub"
III that moment | was alongside of
them. | looked hastily into the face of
the smaller man.
If you have a son, sir, wish he may
be like his father" said in clear
tone, and then hurried on my way.
They were at that time by the steps
| leading down to the street below. The
tall man was on the tirst step. He had
| hold of his companions dirty coat and
tried to drag him down. For second
| | gazed with intense interest, then the
| impulse came: Il will not stand here
and watch him! He is to be relied onr'
turned my head and went on, hear
| ing, as | was a few steps ahead; You
! had better come home and get some
grub
| passed quickly, but behind Inc some
| body ran at full speed, shouting: Il am
right here with you, lady
lie wanted to give me assurance that
my faith in him was rightly placed, and
bond of human sympathy was estab-
| lishcd in this encounter on the street
| for which we were both the better and
stronger forever, | hope.-Mrs. Nico
Bech-Meyer, in Union Signal.
Death in the Still.
A gentleman who recently returned
| from trip over north Georgia tells a
pathetic story. He stopped one night
at small cabin in the woods, and
when the head of the house, who seem
ed TO be in drunken stupor, had retir-
ed for the night, his wife. pale, care
worn woman, approached the stranger
and, with her eyes streaming with
| tears, said:
II kinder think that you are a
revenue detective, but for Gods sake,
don't give my husband away! He's
been running a little still for nearly
three years, and as he won't do any
| thing else, it is all our living. And
yet" she continued, sobbing, 81 wish
to God that John would go out of the
business; he is killing himself and
breaking my heart! Don't you see how
he is pOw?"
The stranger looked. On a pallet on
| the bare floor was stretched the hus-
band, sleeping away his debauch
Its the still!'' cried the poor woman
1.-The still! lie says it's all our living;
but it'll be all our death. But don't
| give him away.r'-Atlanta Constitution.