The Newtown bee., 1904-10-28

drunken it, threatening his wife and beating his child, while filling the air with his vile imprecations. A few neighbors were witnessing the scene with an unconcerned air, which plainly told how well accustomed they were to it's frequency.
 The wheelwright, a heavy built fel- low, with long beard and the blood shot eyes of the drunkard, was now 1 acting the part of maniac.
 Having known the man for years, kind MT Cauche approached him and l said: "Come, come, John; what are you | doing? What possesses you to strike your child? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!'
 While his wife, profiting by the di- version, was running away with the child, Tribolet turned to the minister | and gruffly answered.:
 "Give me a rest, will you! Attend to your own buSineSs"
 :'How can l be silent, John, when see a strong man like you acting the part of coward in striking his own Cauche replied firmly.
 John might have yielded to better impulse, but on seeing himself ob- served, he made face at the pastor | and laughed out:
 "Don't bother me! You we'll know that your temperance is a humbug! Yes, regular humbug! l have no use for those fellows who say they only 1 drink water. They are CUTS tbat will Don't I know!''
 ''I assure you, my poor John, that you sadly mistake. for one drink no more at home than I do in public, /" re- piled MT Cauche, and he added: | 'There is no wine in my cellar; you
 ''That may be" retorted the drunk ard. 'There is no wine in your cellar I-now-and the more pity it is-but there will be before long. What will you do with that of your vineyard?"
 "I will certainly not drink it!" ex- claimed MT Cauche, turning pale.
 "What will you do with it, then? Sell it by the pint? Good! I'll be your best customer! Ha! Ha! Ha!'' 1 He was splitting his sides laughing, so funny was to him the idea of get
 ting drunk with the pastors wine. Turning to the bystanders, he shouted:
 boys; even the good fellows, like our
 pastor! So long as they preach they
 are too good for anything, you know;
 but when they have to set the good
 example, they are nowhere to be found!"
 Then addressing again the pastor,
 who, greatly agitated, was listening to
 him, perfectly speechless:
 "Listen, MT Cauche; here is the bar
 write it down and shame me if l lie
 I'll sign the pledge the very day you
 will make potato field of your vine-
 yard Is it go?"
 The bYStanderS were now laughing
 heartily, delighted at the thought that
 John had, after all, the better of the
 argument. Poor MT Cauche was a
 sight to behold. Too sincere to refute
 by subtleties the apparent truth of
 the drunkard's words, he went on his
 way with Saddened heart, swinging
 conscience made very heavy to carry.
 Deplorable and shameful as is the
 custom, many men will spend the Lords day drinking in public places, , until most of them become, according to dispositions, either hilarious or fighting mad. John Tribolet had drunk more than usual, by way of consoling himself for his disgraceful treatment } of his family. Toward 8 in the even- . accusing the latter of taking his best customers away from him. Facing each other, separated only by the table covered with half-emptied glasses, the . two men had soon exhausted the vo- cabulary of insults at their command, g and this to the great enjoyment of g their drinking companions. It was
 not long before the table was upset r and the two began fighting. Tribolet r. was taken to his home covered with
 blood. His poor wife had to spend the D grea ter part of the night taking care S of the wretch, while thinking of the j. crying injustice it was that the woman f and the children should be the ones tC t suffer for it all.
 t Needless to:add that the drunkarl j. spent the following day aching al t over, and swearing to get even witt e the blacksmith, greatly enraged at thu e thought of the drubbing he had re t far from being in conciliatory mood
 when MT Cauche, going by the shop r asked him how he was.
 e. 'I have been told what happenet 7? last night" said the pastor. ''Tha e fight is to-day the talk of the village a and it is my duty to show you, John t all the harm you are doing to you
 family and to your own self," and a d Tribolet wanted to interrupt, he add ;e "You shall never prevent me iron k showing you the path of duty. Tur ]. me away to-day, if you will, I'll com tt back tomorrow, and so on, until >yo l. have given up your evil ways! Thin d of you, John Tribolet! you, the hea of of a family! engaged in such shamefu d brawl, risking life which"
 'Talk, talk as long as you please, tt interrupted Tribolet, 'such word ly come easy to man that has studied y them for years, but you are losing you
 time with me, see. You know what le told you: I want you to set me tn t, good example. Do away with you Z. vineyard, and 1 sign the pledge. e. you don't want to, let me drink" D. After Tribolet's last utterance, t e act became for MT Cauche an imper er ous necessity. Having remembere 2 St Luke's parable of the good Samar T. tan, the priest and the Levite, tn fit pastor very clearly perceived that a
 abandoned wretch was appealing t It him. is "Save this man, must and will! e. he said. But while ready to do it, h y- couldn't help measuring the immens1 ]? ty of the sacrifice required to accom- to fish this duty, and he thus reasone e. with himself:-
 le "Have the right to decide in s s? grave matter without consulting m Is wife? Is she not my partner in every ul thing?'
 of Kind MT Cauche! who could hay $ blamed him for secretly indulging th
 hope that Madeline would oppose d,