The Wingham Times, 1885-05-29, Page 2ti.
TIM TIMES,..FRIDAY MAT 2
If she had been starving for 'food,
gy NG roll mop, or perishing with. coldishe could not
have turned more wldly beseeoliing
eyes upon me. I was utterly on;
founded ; all ideas: aright and ,wrong
civ IMV. x, WA.seemed turned upside. down; i£ site
had raved, had. uttered oaths, had
I asked food ; that would have been an
I was sitting Ire the quiet house lire- !ordinary experience.; butto hear the
side, the wind and the rain beating soft refined beseeching tones seetouch:
upon the windows, the fire blazing . ingly pleading for that which had
and roaring asit blazes and roars wrought her such evil, was something
en winter nights only ; the day's work so new and confasing that I found
done : pen, desk and room offering an myself uncertainly 'debating what to
inviting welcome, do.
s 'ou are wanted, sir ; a wild -look- '1 must not,. dare not, ought not,'
ing woman is waiting in the passage I said at length. 'You know the evil
to see you. 1 could not ask her fur: that drink has done you, and how
ther in for she is ragged and drip. can you ask me to give you more r
ping wet.' 'flow can I ask?' she repeated,
So said the trim quiet servant who - tBecauso I want it en. dome notirpr
is used to all kinds of visitors ; she and let me tell you. The doctor was
didn't like it at an at first, but ie J here. this•afternoon,'and he told Bet
quite used to it now. I that it was all over with me, that. I
I went to my visitor ; she was
standing on the mat ; and the rain
was peurnag from lien garments as she
stood. 'What has brought you out on
such a night ?' I inquired
'I have come to fetch you to see an
old acquaintance„ she replied.
'Do yon remember Maggio Smith ?
1 see you do. Well, she asked me to
come and see if you *would visit her.
She is lying in •The Rents' in West -
minister.'
One quiet regretful look at fire,
desk and pen ; then the waterproof
coat thick boots, and the beating
wind and rain, Through the ehok:
ing gutters, over the splashy roads,
should be gone . before the Damning.
1 asked lute to order me something
to drank, and he turned and went
down stairs without a word, Bat
you won't be sa hard hearted, 1 know.
I should. be glad if you would read to
me. and talk with me, but I could not
listen with this raging thirst within
Just a very little would do for a time,
and then I wan.$,to tell you some:
thing before 1 go. If, you will; only.
give me a very little, 1 will tell y$$u
the other things that I sent for you to
hear, but just a little whiskey
first,'
'Ask use for anything in reason,' I
rejoined, 'and I will most igladly do it
past the flickering gas lamps, out of for yoiu,but it will cost me never end -
the decent thoroughfares, into courts ing 'regret to give you strong drink
and alleys that even this rain could
not sweeten, and . after a prolonged
conflict with the tempest, that was
not without its pleasantness, we reach•
.ed ' TheRents.'
A small square of house; tw.i stor-
ies high, worn out equallid, fever
smitten at their best ; at their worst ;
—.never failing swift adjuncts to hos.
pital and infirmary beds, and to pau-
per's graves.. A small flickering lamp
cn the staircase made darkness visible
up the rotten dangerous stairs, and we
turned into the small backroom.
The only furniture w as an iron sauce
pan, yellow basin and an old box
In the broken-down grate a few ashes
were smoldering away. An old lamp
upon tie mautle:piece gave light upon
some rags in a corner; and covered
with an old quilt, a woman lay tossing
knitter unrest of body and soul.
Black hair streaked with grey • p;erc:
ing blaek eyes, wildly roving, never
still : pallid face; dull, deep, red lips:
over all was clear witness that there
lay the wreck of something that might
"[tend ought to have been infinitely
brighter and. better ; but as she lay,
her own mother' would have hated to
recognize the child of her love.
'you. have come,' she said, in a soft,
refined voice, startlingly out of har-
mony with her appearance and sur.
roundings. 'I knew you would,
though this is not much of aplane to
come to, and I hear the wind and the
rain. You have conie, and I am
glad. I have waited for youwttli
such an unutteralle, longing that the
miuutes have seemed hours as i have
watched for you ; but now you are
Here, and I shall get what I have been
longing and praying for.,
'And what was that?, I asked.
'Something to drink t' she replied.
'1 ani dying for a aropm!,
'.Do you mean to say taint you. have
sent for me to tramp miles through
wind end rain for ,this i' 1 inquirers,
angrily,
'l'es, I do,' she replied ; and I
don't see why not; but do let. Bet
fetch thewhiskey ; give her a shilling,
only one, and. Y will pray for you as
long as I live, I, had no money --
nothing left topart with , all toy
friends are tired .out ; you are tale only
one left ; and lr any longing for a drop,,
D nn"r say no, ;If 1: asked you fox'
hread,. or. meat,. or tea or coals, you.
wo•-ld•give at Orida; the whiskey won't
c ,.,t inuch, and its more to me now
than all the othor things put to:
patb4r;•
now. I ought not, I will not•'
'Bahl' said Bet, as she left the
roost. '1 told you it would be of no
use, and if I had not have fetched hint
I'd have had it out of him for you be•
fore now• But I'll try down stairs if I
can get euough for a quartern• if he
hadn't come through wind and rain
to see you, 1'd have made him give it
to you.' She clattered noisily down
the rotten stairs:,evidentl'v bent upon
procuring strong drink by and possible
means. While sate was gone I sat
looking at Maggie in silence„ for I
saw that it would be useless to speak
of anything else while that awful lo. k
of expectancy was in her face. It was
not long before bet returned with a
white mug lacking its handle, in which
was the stsirit. so craved for. She
looked defiantly at Hie, as she tenderly
raised her companion, slowly .poured
the strong liquor between her quiver-
ing lips, and after all was gone she.
left the, room
'Now,' said Maggie,' 'I shall be
strong for a little while.. It is like
the old life and strength I had before
1 loved it. While it lasts I'll tell you
what I want to say while Icon.. You
know,how many times I have come•
to you. Each time 1 meant to give
up drinking but I never did. The
Crush was, my father;• was an officer in
the church, and lie dealt in strong
drink, from my earliest childhood it
was all around me. I used to smell
it always, then I Game to taste it, then
to like, than to love it, Before I was
16 I would drink'as 1 dared when-
ever I could whit," My mother was
dead, my father was always engrossed
in the business, and for a loi:g time
he did not see, but I thitilc lie sus-
pected it all, until I had tame to watch
w nob of the servants liked to dri,ik,
then it wus easy. I gave nor the
stoney, she procured the drink, and
we had it secretly when we cont 1.
After a while 1 was Dent to learn dress-
making. I think I really loved learn-
ing, and i was clever at my work, and
now that I had My liber y when my
work was dinte, 1 could do ab 1 pleas-
ed and have all the think IS could pay
for. ,
'But just then drink lost its hold
upon me entirely. I had become ao.
quainted with, a young man, and we
came to love Bach ocher dearly. Like
myself he was well educated and ex
reedingly fond of poetry, Not like
rue, as I had been, he could not bear
rho nems of strong drilmk. It was
something about his /slather, heft, I
never aaked'partieulers, and he never
told xpo Ile never Spoke of it; but
once. Time passed, we were happy,
be at his work, me at mine, until the
old love of drink returned and seemed
to haunt me. The thought of it
never left Me, asleep or awake. I
bore it aslong as I could, then I
thought I would ggiet myself by hay-
ing just a little, and I went into a
tavern to get it, There the very
smell of it seemed to madden me with
lust for it. The more I drank the
more I wanted. I became quarrel -
'some when they would serve me no
mere. and they thrust me out.. I wus
staggering from the thrust on the
pavement, and should have fallen in
the gi.tter, but a man caught. any arm
and held tile.. I turned. upon him iu
unreasoning anger and looked in his
face. There I saw eyes that I knew,
dilated with Horror, lips that I loved
quivering with disgust and shame.
He helped me to the wall and left me.
I have never seen him since.
' But the pure love died out of my
heart, and the love of the drink took
its place and kept it. It was not like
his love, for it never left me through
good or evil.'
flex voiog'bad:- grown very tet•der
while she was- speak -lug. The,.,.,pmver
cf inecnory, excited by the drink, had
carried her b ick into the past, and
she evidently live.l again the days she
described.
bl have had many bitter fights for
she continued. 'Sometimes I
Coale go withbut for weeks together.
Then my skill procured me clothing
and a decent home. Again I must
have drink, and home and clothing
and money and all went for it. 1
ue ver made companions, no other
man ever spoke of love to .me, the
.drink destroyed my first dream, and I
never dreamed again. 'I have seen
many reverses; sometimes dressed well
and quite respectaote, outwardly hap-
py bac never for long. at other times
• I would have to, sleep in fever .tried-
en lodging houses, going thence to
make the dresses of fashionable
ladies; sometiines icy" doorways, and
even the den of horrors, the casual
ward. my father sent use money and
I drankit away until he beard how I
was living. Then he oast rue efl', and
died, they said broken hearted about
me. I drd not care --I could not • -I
only waited to drink and forget all
unpleasant things.
'Ah, it was good to drink, for then
all 1 had came back to me, Then I
was away back at school, innocent and
happy, then I was learning my busi-
ness Sand enjoying it; then, best of all,
the time carne back when he loved mo
and he spoke of the happy life we
hoped to lead when we were married
and had a house of our own. To.wake
from such dreams to what I had sunk
to was•tortu e, and the dreams only,
came. ,with the drink. It is no
wonder I loved it, gave up all for it,.
never could leave its, -that I !still love
and crave it.
While she was speaking the excite-
ment of the drink gradually left her,
a gray awful .shade was, stealing. over
her face, and she was silent forests
brief space of time. A spasm of pain
aroused her, and she said, 'Call Be;,,
call quickly.' .
1 we it to the door and shouted for
her friend As if waiting for the
sunmmo'as, Bet was quickly iu the
roots, and Iooking down upon her.
'More drink, diet,' she said, 'amore
drink. I am dying for it.'
But seven Bet saw the time for more
drink had gone forever, as she sank
shod whitey on her knees by the
rugged bed.
'More druik,' cried Maggio, 'only
once More. Bet, don't bo hard -heart.
ed, Minister, give nee the last thing
I shall ask for.'
'Let neo read, ---let me prey with
i ou,' I entreated. 'fray for yottself,
or ib will soon; be too late,'
'I don't want reading- 1 cton't want
prayer—it is_ too late for those. I;
some.ouce more, once more, I tell
I am dying for drink. Ali,' she
screamed, 'I never • thought of it until
now, but I'm going where they, are
always 'dying for a drop,' and beg-
ging for it.,in vain.'
With cne terrible convulsive spasm
the gray shade settled down on the
fine, never to be lifted any mere.
'Out, most gladly into the wild
night, to bulletwith wind and rain,
thinking as.T strode on homeward,
that 1 would not be concerned with.
the making or sale of strong, drink
for all the mopey that wax ever
coined,
'At last it biteth like a serpent and
stingeth like an adder.' 'Avoid it,
pass not by it,: tura from it, and flee
away.'
WILL YE HEAR. THE NEWS
IN SILENCE,
PROM TRE MONTREAL WITNEse..c
Will ye hear the news in silence,
.FCow our gallant heroes fought,
Hew they drove the creeping rebels.
• From the shelter they had sought;
How they dashed among the foemen
With resouuning British cheers,
Worthy -eons of worthy fathers,
Are our gallant volunteers.
Will ye hear the news in silence,
lion, when bullets fell like hail ;
They stormed the deadly rifle hits,
With a rush that could not fail.
How they drove. thoroute.d rebels - d
Through the coulee, o'er the plain; Liverpool Currier.
.As cur fathers did aforetime.
water drain out ; weigh the butter';
salt, one ounce to the.pound ; sift suit
oa the butter and wont with lever.
worker.. Set away two to four hours ;
ightly rework and pack,
BE DID) NOT CATDE.
Guy Tipple r is a. great practical
joker, At a country house not long
ago, when the ladies had retired fo
tho evoninb, the gentrgmen eongregat•
ed,in the smoking room.
'I say, Ewart,' said Tippleton, 'I
think it's very bad forst your coming
in here without taking the trouble to
go up stairs and change your coat.
If you do it again I, cot tainly shall
have those claw -hammer tails cud,
off.'
Next evening scene repeated—young
Ewart strolls into the smoking:room
with his dress coat on, Wr.thcut.,,
more ado Guy and a -few congenial
spirits had. young Ewart loiva on the
couch and cut the tails off his coat.
Ewart took it very .cooly. Ile strolled
up to the fire, and stood in the attitude
the ladies allege to be the favorite
one with: the male sex.
'You take it very philosophically.'
said one of Guy Tippleton's friends.
•Oh,' replied Ewalt, 't; doesn't mat-
ter to me. It's not my coat ; its Tip-
pleton's garment. I knew he'd keep
his word so I just clrokped into his
room in passing and put his coat on.
There was a roar of laughter, and to
do Guys-Tippleton justice, no one ,join -
e in it more heartily, than ' Istn-; .
So their. sons have done again.
Will ye hear theenews in silence --
News of brilliant victory—
How Batoche by storm was taken,
And the prisoners were set free.
How our gallant heroes triup plied;'
In the fierce and deadly fray ;
How our boys like seasoned veterans,
Bore themselves throughout the clay?
No not in careless silence,
Willeye hear the stirring tale,
Of our boys too proud for silence,
We ring out our glad "All Hail".
";All flail Ito, these wlio faltered not,
Those who know ne craven fears,
God bless" we cry, "God bless and keep
Our glorious volunteers." .
PRIZE ESSAY ON BUTTER -
MAKING,
•
The fallowing took the first prize
in the competition for prizes Offered
by the Wisconsin Daryman,s Asso-
ciation for the best essays on butter -
making not to exceed 250 words each
Itis certainly brief and to; the point :
Select cows rich in butter -making
qualities. Pastures should be dry,
free from slough hofee, well t•eeded
with different kinds of time grasses,
so that good, feed is assured, If
timothy or clover, cut early, and cure
properly. Feed cornstalks, pump,
kips, insilage and plenty of vegetables
in winter. Corn and oats, corn and
bran -oil meal, in small quantities.
Let colas drink only such .water as
you will drink yourself. Gentleness
ancl cleanliness should be shown in
managing cows. Brush the udder to
free it from impurities. Milk in a
clean barn, well ventilated, quickly,
cheerfully, with clean hands and pail,
Seldom change milkers Strain milk
while warns ; submerge in water forty-
eight degrees. Open sitting sixty
degrees. Skim at twelve hours ; at
twenty-four liou-s. Care must be
erero:sed to ripen create by frequent
stirrings, keeping at sixty:defirees until
slightly sour, Better have one cow
less than be without a ther uoneter.
Churns without inside fixtures.
Lever butter worker. Keep sweet
and clean. In oliurniing, air the
cream thoroughly ; temper to sixty •
degrees, warm or cool with water.
Churn immediately when .properly
soured, slowly at first, with regular
inbtiolm, in forty. to sixty minutes.
When butter is formed in granules
the size of wheat kernels,, draw ofd'
want whiskey, and I must have it..the buttermilk ; wash with old Writer
me
It has Leen ho,.love , Bible, fatlmet,, rile brise until mnrt,r,toe of buttermilk
other, religion tome, 1 Ceti. lite have. is+s.left, In.ns.orking and;salting let that
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AN INSANITY EXPERT.;
It was during a murder . A.
witness for the defence wu ... on the
stand. -
'What do you intend to prove by.
this witness ?".asked the judge.
'That timeprisoner is insane,' re-
plied the attorney,
'Does the witness know anyallilig
about insanity.? Is be an expect?'
'Expert,' replied tame lawyer.' 'Well
I should say. he was. He knows alk
about insanity. Why. yr.ur honor,
he has been as crazy as a loon for the .
last ten years.' •
A QUESTION IN DOMr3STIC.
MATH EkIATICS..
Teacher—'If it takes one , servants
nine hours to do the entire. ,.house.
work of a family, how long will it
Ake three servants to do it ?'
Little Nell -40h 1 !1 can answeree
that. I heard mamma speak of it .
this very morning.'
Teacher—'Well, how long wall t ate
take tnem 1
Little Nell—+Three times as longer
MISTOOK THE DISEASE.
'I, say young man,' said a physii,
oian, sr. ippinw him on the street, 'you.
are not well. Your face is tiuslied,
and you are iu u high fever. , Let MEP,
feel your pulse.'
'J- r•I'm all right,' protested the
youth.
"No, you are not,' said the p1 yti
elan positively. ''Your .pulse is aver
100, and in lesssthan'two minutes you
wi:l be in a cold sweat. You take
my advice and go home.'
I can't go home. 1 am resolved tl
ask old:Jones for his daughter's heed
tont ;its of perish miserably in the
attempt.'
'Wrong diagnetsis,' muttered the
clootor to himself.—Texas Siftings.
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atom oh are required, To insure theta
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and complete ninneer, use McGregor's.
Spetdy Cure .or dyspepsia and itn-
pure blood, There is no purer, safer
or more reliable remedy in exist nae
ilii indisgestioa, despepsia, costive-
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kerson who i,as toed it. Soli by O .
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