Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1896-12-09
COLUMN
EDITED BY JoNEsBoRo W. c. T. U.
HIS SHARE OF THE PROFITS.
Continued from last week.


my son. my son." walled his mother.
Would to God we had been beggars a
thousand times, and more"
Sarah. do you remember?
Remember? Ay, as well az | do my
child's happy laughter, the feel of his
soft baby arms about my neck, his
silky curls against my cheek. Why,
oh, why? Alec, do it now-knock the
end out of every hogshead-pour the
vile stuff through the street"
Too late-too late" groaned the
unhappy man.
For US, alas, yes, but not for others.
There are other precious boys growing
up in this town. We will not be their
ruin. We will do what we can to warn
their parents to save them and God
may bless US yet"
He did her bidding. Men and horses
went to work and before night every
drop of the costly Enthusiastically pois
ons-fiowed like a river of blood past
the great doors Of his general grocery.
Drunkards flung themselves into the
cutters, tapping up the fluid like logs
n fell in a heavy stupor about the
streets. All the town congregated
around the grocery door, and not n
lew compassionate women wended
their way up to the richly carpeted
staircase in the handsome home to
mingle their tears with those of the
desolate mother.
Mothers, !" she said, 'oh mothers. be
Warned-and choked and sobbed and
could say no more.
But in the street below, Alec Gutb-
ne voice was raised tremendulouslv
as hfst' but growing stronger with in
tense purpose, as he preached to the
tpronging street such q total abstinence
sermon as they had never before heard.
Not a man or woman present stood un-
moved.
THANK yAu, Alec, thank you said
MS pastor, as the two men clasped
hands. II have been as the blind lead.
ing the blind. God forgive me. Hence
forth we will work together to build up
the house which we, by our example
ana encouragement, have helped to de.
stroy' No more wine on my-table from
This night, no more t%rifles, or wine iel.
lies or sauces or puddings. 1t isl see
IL now-lt is an accursed thing.n
Then began such al work of grace as
the little town had never known. The
news.of it penetrated even to young
Harold Guthrie in his lonely prison,
Had they done it sooner" he said. 81
would not have been here. They taught
me to drink, and whenl.I had learned
my lesson to perfection, all other evil
was easy.n
But God was merciful. He came out
OF the penitentiary five years older, but
lmmeasurably a wiser and a better
man, and, though the consequence of
his early training were to himself a
lifelong shame, the aged couple whose
stay n comfort he became, pointed
with pride to the son who, though once
worse than dead, had been so merci.
fully rpgtOrad IN than,
Harold assumed control of his faith
er's business, and though their rival
persisted in his pernicious traffic, the
Guthrie trade afforded q comfortable
living, and when urged to take out a
license, since the thing was a necessity
and ne might as well share the profits.
his reply was ever the same, ut is i'm.
possible but that offense will come, but
woe unto him through whom they
come.-Mary Humphrey.
TESTIMONY OF THE RAILROADS.
The last issue of the Quarterly Jour.
nal OF 1nebriety says: Recently a
great railroad corporation gathered all
the facts concerning the men and the
conditions Of every accident which had
occurred on its lines for five years.
When tabulated it appears that forty
per cent. OF all accidents were due al
together or in part to the failures of
men who were drinking; that in eigh.
teen per cent. there was strong suspi.
cion OF similar causes, yet no clear
proof. In M year over a million dol
lars worth of property was DESTROYED
by the failures of beer drinking engi.
neers and switchmen. The company's
rules requiring temperate men for all
positions are more and more vigorously