The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-02-27
TEMPERANCE NOTES.
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Won Her Husband from the Ruinous
} Wine Cup.
IF | had known all this 1 could not
have married you. On, why did do ;t?"
was the despairing cry of young WIFE
You did know it. You knew | liked
wine, and you never said one word
against it before we were married.
You can't put bride on me. I'm my
Cwn master yet, and shall be for some
time, l fancy!" angrily retorted the
husband. He slammed the outside door
and went down the steps. He had gone,
perhaps not to return till daylight.
Margery Brooks was a cherished
niece, her parents having died some
years be4Are. Her two aunts had Law
ished everything upon her. She was
loved and sought by all who knew her.
She met Henry Morris in Paris. He
had just come into possession of a
large property, SO there was no draw
back to his enjoyment of the gay CAPT
tai. Careless and happy, agreeable,
fine-looking, and, more than all, most
devoted to her, it was plain from the
beginning that Margery had met with
the ideal of her young dreams. In a
few months after her return these two
young persons united their destinies
and went to their luxurious home under
the most suspicious circumstances.
The conversation just recorded oc-
CURED two years after that time, and,
as one may know, this could not have
been the first reproach. Gradually the
breach had widened and husband and
wife had come to open dispute. His
Sundays were now passed on the bay
with his shooting club and the evenings
were rarely spent at home Ne often
returned towards morning, flushed,
talkative and unsteady of step. That
morning as her husband closed the
door the unhappy woman threw herself
upon a sofa in despair.
"Oh, we are so far apart, and it is
only two years since we could not live
without each other! l want to love
him. Can my love be dead? l have no
influence over him. What can l do?
How can l reclaim him? He is mine
l will save him, but how?" 1t was a
long, desperate day, but at last faint
CLEAN of light shone in upon her dark
ness. She said, aloud: II must be
taught; am so helpless!"
Mrs. Morris Gained herself by
strong effort and made her way to the
church where she had been married.
DIR. Borden had just begun his sermon
as she entered. She slipped quietly
into seat and was soon lost in the as
sociations of the place. 1t was DR..
Borden who had pronounced them hus-
band and wife, and she remembered
how sweet his voice had sounded to her
then.
A deep silence in the church brought
her to herself. The preacher paused,
and leaning over the desk with folded
hands, said: my friends, charity suf-
fereth long and is kind. God is the all
good. He cannot give us anything that
is not good. He is the all-love. Talk
with Him. Put away human reasoning
and live in His love. Are you not one
with Him? Talk with God. Would you
continue to beg of your earthly father
if he offered you all that he had and
told you it was yours? Would you
not rather take and use? Every one of
you is Gods dear child. Have you
burden? Talk with God. Are you
weak? Tell it to Him. Let His love
into your hearts, oh, my friends! 1
must repeat-let His love I'M"
These were the words of life to the
tempest-tossed wife. She went back
to her lonely room, and it was morn
ing before the conflict was stilled.
IF l am Gods child and may reflect
Him, as DR.. Borden said, then l may
have love and strength. Yes, strength
to bear with and reclaim my husband.
Can l act this God-part, and not self?
Will II"
1t was late when she awakened. Her
husband had not come. She made her
usual toilet and went down to break
fast. A note lay on her plate. The
contents ran thus: 81 am going down
the bay for shooting. l don't know
when | shall get back. Henry"
A week passed. Henry had not come.
On the last evening of the second week
she sat alone in her own parlor up
stairs. She heard step at the outside
door, then a moment later some one
trying to turn the key. Knowing too
well what it meant, she ran down the
stairs and opened the door, her heart
beating so loudly she thought she
could not speak. In reality there was
no need of word from her, for her
dread was sadly realized.
She helped her husband up the stairs,
and while she was attending to the
comforts he needed he was utterly I'M
conscious that anyone was about him,
and was soon asleep.
. Then it was time for the inner voice
to speak, falteringly, at first, it is true.
Think of the erring one as child of
God" Did not DR.. Borden say so, land
the good within him will respond to
love-"
Placing pitcher of water and glass
beside him, his slippers and dressing
gown on a chair near the bed, she went
INTO the adjoining room and closed the
door.
When the clock on the mantel was
pointing to the morning hours. the hus-