|Chapter Number||V - VI|
|Newspaper Title||The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)|
|Trove Title||Dr Willoughby: An O'er True Tale|
AN O'ER TRUE TALE.
Tliero are moments iu our lives, whcu such
A a will not Help to lift us, strike us dow n I
"Whon tbo gicon bough just bi-nds so near our clutch,
Whon tlio tight rollo io easily i\ as thrown,
That they aro murderers that beheld us drown.
"IP ye plazo, mn'am," enid Eatio O'Reilly, putting her head in ut the door of tho room ono morning where Dr. Willoughby with his wife and daughter were eating breakfast,-" if ye plazo, ma'am, thero'e a b'y stuck in the windy. An' if }o don't believe it," eho added, observing the incredulous looks of her l¡Btonerst " ye may jist hoar him howlin' yersclvos."
Sounds of distress, apparently prooooding from a very small voice, at this moment making their way through tbo open door, seemed to verify the truth of Katie's statement ¡ and Mrs. Willoughby and Grace hastoned to tho kitchen, where a etrango sight presented itself. A squaro of glass had for eomo duyB been brokon from one of the email, old-fashioned windows, Katie resisting Dan's attempt to replaco it with entreaties to " lavo her a bratliing-hole," and through this aperture protruded a bullot-ehoped head, covered with a shock of fiory-rod hair, standing up in all directions from a freckled face, with a pair of wide bluo eyes that were rolling from side to side in an extremity of torror, and an open mouth, from which isBuod a diemal wai."_,g.
" Mercy on ue, what is tho child about?" said MTB. Willoughby, " Boy, stop crying directly, and take your hoad from tho yvindow."
He obeyed her first command ; and, in his attempt to further do her bidding, twisted his head frantioally from side to aide, hie face grow- ing frightfully red, and his eyes nearly starting
from their sockets.
" If you plazo, ma'am," intorpoeed Katie, " the b'y's head ia shtuck, and the two foot of him atandin' on me wash-bench outside the windy; and it's mcself has had bim by the heelB tryin' to pull him out from behind 'fore ivir I called to ye."
" Dear, dear," said Mrs. Willoughby, " what an uncomfortable position ! There, don't cry, boy ; and keep perfectly still, or you'll choko yourself to douth. Doctor, how aro wo to got
him out ?"
" Where a head wont in," eaid the ministor, gravely, " it is but reasonable to conclude it can go out."
" Sho'e made it bigger, she has, a-bumpin' of it agin the side of tho winder," said tho sufferer, breaking out into fresh wailing at the recital of his wronga.
" An' sure, ma'am," said Katie, "I jist cuffed the ears of him for blockin' mo windy wid bia sassy face, un' mo pacebly bakin' mo cakoB by tho firo ; and that is all the knockiu' ho'a had from mo, ma'am, let alone a scrapo or two, mebby, when I had holt of tho heols of him outside ; au' it's not mo will thry agin, if ho »tay thoro howlin' till next Michaelmas, yo ungrateful baste!"
" Oh, stop, Katie ; and, Doctor, don't stand there twirling your napkin, but contrivo somo way to get him out. I am eura bia hoad grows bigger every minute. Oh, thero oomea Dan; ho will help. Seo here, Dan,-this unfortunate child has put his head through tho broken pane, and that oruel Katio haB bumped it eo, that ho ean't get it back again, and it is continually increasing in eizo ; and I don't soo but you will have to out away the window, though how ovor you aro to do it without cutting into Mm, I don't
At thie terrible possibility tho boy's wailing
" Shut up !" said Dan, authoritatively. " The more you yell tho bigger you'll swoll I That's poetry, aint ÍÍ ?" sirjj Dan, ainnzod at hie own genius. " MisB Willoughby, don't you frot. I oalcilato to git that shaver eout in half a jiffy."
Ho put both liauds in his pockets, whiBtlcd " Hail Columbi»," and wont outaido to Burvey the situation. *
" Dan," Eaid Grace, vcho had followed him, " you can push him through oa6ily. His hoad is the biggostport of him."
" Misa Graco," returned Dan, " you's a still one, but yer deop. That are's a suggestion I'm a-goin' to follow."
" Yes, try it, Dan," said Mrs. Willoughby. " No, Katie," to tbo officious damsel, " wo want none of your help. That poor child's head is black and blue, I dnro Bay, with tho buinpB you havo given bim."
"Noow, Mrs, Willoughby," eaid Dan, "if yeou'll eland ¡nBide and catch bim when he comes, I'll heave ahead ;" and a moment nftor a little limp body advanced Blowly into the room, and wne received with open arms by Mrs. Willoughby, who was nnxiouely awaiting the
Set upon his feet in tho middlo of tho room, the cause of all this commotion proved to be a small boy, perhaps eight years old, ragged and dirty, h¡B wholo appearanco indicating poverty and neglect. Ho rubbed his oyes with his dirty knucklee, looked ruefully around, and stood
" What is your name, little boy, and whom do you want to ece ?" said Graco, kindly.
" My name ia Bub Davie, and I Want to seo the minister," eaid the child.
" And why didn't yo knock at tho door like a
Christian ?" said Dan.
" 'Couse," eaid the boy, looking timidly up in his deliverer's face, " 'Ouueo I wanted to smell the slop-jseks.
" Mother, tho child ia hungry," said Grace, " Quick, Katie, bake Borne warm cakcB. You poor little fellow, you shall euiell them, and
taBto them too."
While the cakea were baking, Mrs. Willoughby examined the boy's head phrenologically.
" I really don't find ony bumps," Bhe ßuid. " Yee, hero is quite a large one on this side. Keep still, child, I am not going to hurt you. Grace, run to the medicine closet, and get the bottle of Bay rum, and somo thick brown paper."
" I oint a-goin' to take it," said Bub Davie. The lady looked at him in astonishment.
" Dear me, child," she eaid, " nobody wants you to tako it. I am going to rub a little on the outside of your bead, to tako down tho swelling, and make it feel cool and good."
" I aint a-goin' to take it," repeatod the boy. "I promised ma I" wouldn't. It's naety stuff. It makes pa sick and cross. I aint a-goin'
to take it."
After this repeated expression r/s hie determi- nation, tho young teetotaller pu't hie foot closo together like au obstinate mule, and looked defiantly in his tempter's face.
" What a singular child I" soid Mrs. Wil- loughby. "Doctor, do you hear that?" But the dootor bad disappeared. " Well, never
mind about it now dear. Eat your breakfast, and if your head Bwolls very bad, we'll put cold
wator on it."
Ho needed no eocond bidding, and Kntio's substantial buckwheat eakcB disappeared as fast aB she could cook them.
" Is it 'Ineses ?" ho enquired eagerly, peeping into tho eyrup-eup.
" Yes," said Graco j and ehe poured a bounti- ful supply upon bia plate.
" Oh, my !" and his greedy eyes told tho rest of tlie story.
Wheu ho had eaten till ho could eat no more, Grace pursued her enquiries.
"Why do you want to BOO tho miuiBtor ?" Bho
" Pa sends his respects, and bo's eiok, and wants tho lniniBter should como and soo him."
" I viill toll him," said Graco j and the visitor departed in a moro legitimate manner than ho entered, Dan giving it as hie privato opinion that his hoad was no longer tho biggest part of him, and that a yoko of oxen couldn't pull him through that bolo in his present condition.
" They must bo misorably poor, father," Graco eaid, when she reported tbo child's errand. " Tbo boy ate like one famished, and his clothes
wero thin and old."
" YOB ¡ and that family might bo in as com- fortable circumstances as any meohanio'a in town, ho replied. "Davisis a good workman, and can oarn bia twenty dollars a wcok whon ho is sober; but I understand ho has not done a day's work for a month."
" He baa boon Bick, the boy eaid."
" Yee, dear ; from tho effects of hard drink-^ ing. Ho is yvearing out an ¡ron constitution by this ovil habit. I am glad ho has sent for mo. Ho has givon mo an opportunity to deal fuith fully with him, which I shall not bo slow to im- prove."
" Don't bo too hard ou bim doctor," said Mrs, Willoughby. " I am auro ho must be misorablo enough, lying thero BO eiok and poor, without being lectured. Poor fellow ! perhaps he ia tomptod beyond his Btrengtb, and can't help drinking."
" There speaks the sickly sentimentaliem of tho day," eaid Dr. Willoughby. " Why not call things by their right names, my dear ? You do not speak of the profligate or the murderer as a ' poor follow.' Ha is a einnor, acknowledged to be such, and overy whoro in tbo Biblo tho drunkard is olaBsed with theao. From the time when under tho low of Moacs ho waa to bo ' stoned with stones till he die,' to tho day whon Christ declared that from within, out of the boort of man, proceed many vilo hobitB which defile tho man, drunkenness ia distinctly declared to bo a Bin, and I have no patienco with the mis- taken pity that epeaks of tho drunkard as un- fortunate, as moro sinned against than sinning. Ho is a Binnor-a great sinner ia tho sight of God-and his only remedy ia in tho graco and power of tho Gospel."
" Doar mo, doctor, I am Büro I didn't moan to Bay ho wasn't a sinner, only I folt Borry for
An hour later, Dr. Willoughby took his gold headed cane, nnd walkod down the street to John Davis' home. A misorablo home it was, and a poor wreck of manhood from his bod lifted a haggard, unshaven face, and stretobed out a gaunt, shaking hand to wolcomo tho
"It's kind of you to como, air, and I wouldn't havo troubled you if I could have crawled to your door."
" I carno chcorfully, Davis," said tho doctor, but I am corry to find you so fcoble. You havo boen very Bick."
" I carno as near goin'," ho replied, in bia weak, hollow voice, " as over a man did. Tho doctor says I'll never pull through such another spoil."
" God ie good to you, Davis, in giving you one ' moro opportunity to ropent," eaid the minietcr. " You fool this, I hopo. Theio repeated yuirn
inga cannot bo in vain. You have made résolu- |
tions, I triiBt, on this sick-bed,-which carno BO
noar being your bod of death,-that you wil'
novor duro to break."
Ho twisted tho bed-olothes with his bony fingers.
" It mokes a man fool eolomu-liko," ho eaid, " to stan'1, ns Pvo dono for n wcok past, lookin' doath right in the oye. And I enleulato to do different, doctor, when I got round again j and you seo that's why I wanted to talk with you, for I've been tbinkin' and my wifo's been bcgi-in' of mo to quit drinkin', and I told hor this niornin', snya I, ' Jennie, I'll talk it over with the minister, and got his mind on the subjeot.' I'm freo to own, doctor, that I haven't done na I ought to of late yoars. I haven't been to church with my wifo, though I promised my old mothor on her doath-bod that I would ; but I havo a groat rospoct for you, sir, and I wantod to conault with you about takin' tli¡B important atop, and so I made bold to send my boy round for you,"
"You did perfectly right, Davis. Lot mo know how I can help you."
" Well, you see, sir, I aint quito olear in my mind about the pledge. There has one and another been to mo along back, aakin' mo to join ¡ but I always bluffed 'em off, for, Bays I, ' I aint a-goin' to sign away my liberty. If I want to stop drinkin* I can do it without puttin' my name on a papor. I guose I know when I've had enough,' sayB I, ' and you noedn't como to mo with your pledge' That's the way I talked it, sir. Well, a weok ago last Thursday,-I remember the day, for toward night I bogan to havo tho horrors the worst way ; in fact I aco snakes in my boots that mornin',-there was a few of us settin' round in Briggs' saloon, and this very subject came up, Thero'd been a temporáneo lecture over to Barton, and crazy Joe was there, of course, and ho came in to Briggs' to give us a leoture, and while ho was talkin', in came young Riley, the deacon'e son, with a total abstinence pledgo. And Briggs, he cursed up hill and down, for crazy Joe had just been soyin' some Bharp things ; and though ho dursn't touch Joe, you knoyv, ho was well riled up. He hates the deacon, lor he's interfered with his buBinoss moro than once. Says Briggs, 'I'm opposed to totalities, to total depravity, and to total abstinence, and to all your other totals.' Well, that brought up the whole sub- ject. We had it hot for awhile. Riley talked strong, and Joe backed him with his queer, crazy talk, By-and-by 6aya Briggs, * The minister is on our side.' ' No, he aint,' aoys Joe, as quick as lightnin'. -1 tell you he is,' eoys Briggs. - If he aint, why don't you havo his nome at tbo head of your paper ? You can't get him to aign that pledge. The minister's a larned mon,' says Briggs, and he's looked into the subject eciontifi eally, nnd he's found out that the Biblo goes square against teetotalism.'
..."Well, young Riley, he never said a word,
and I thought ho lookod rather down in the mouth, but crazy Joo took up for you, sir, and said they yvas a-slanderin' you ; that you was a kind man, and a good man, and tryin' to eave souls from destruction, und was it hkoly you'd ho in favor of vthat turned 'cm into boll by
" Well, I sat and listened awhile, and then then eays I, moro for tho sake of ecoin' what would como of it fhan anything else, 'I'll toll you «hat I'll do, Riley,' soys I ; 'if you'll got Dr. Willoughby'e namo nt the hoad of that paper, you shall havo mino next.' 'Do you moan it ?' Bays ho. ' Yes I do,' says I ; 'I declare I do, and I uint tbo man to go back on ray yvord neither,' ' You aro eafo onough,' says Briggs, kind of sneorin' Uko. ' Tho minister won't ligu ; he's boon tried before now.' By this time crazy Joo was all in a twitter. ' I'll go to him,' sayo ho ¡ 'I'll toll him bo's wanted in tbo front ranks; I'll ask bim to roach out his baud, and save a soul from goin' down to death ;
and BO on. You know how Joo talks, and off ho went. Woll, wo woitod a spell, and by-aud by ho came back, walkin' in slow, with his oyos on the ground. ' What did ho say, Joo ?' says Briggs. 'Paraou Willoughby ia in bia study,' says Joo. ' Well, won't ho stop out to eavo a soul from goin' down to hell?' says Briggs, quotin' Joo'a own worda, ' Purson Willoiighby's in his study,' Bays Joe, and not another word would ho say.
" I'm makin' a long story of it," said the sick man, pausing to roat a momout, " but I'm moat through, Bir. I gavo that promise to young Riloy without thinkiu' much about ¡tj but, doctor, it's boen on my mind over aiuco, Sho Bays I talked about it yyhen I was tho crazioBt. Ae I eaid before, I aint a man to go back on my word. Dr. Willoughby, if you'll eign tho total abstinence pledge, I will, and, tho Lord hclpin' rae, I'll keep it to tho day of my death."
Moro than once during tina narrative, slight rustling was hoard, and tho holf-cloecd door creaked suspiciously. Now it was thrown wido opon, and John Davis' wife, her faco flushed, and tears running down her cheeks, burst into
" God bloBB you, John ! God bloss you for those words !" she cried, running to the bedside. " Wo'U be happy yot. Oh, Dr. Willoughby, ho is saved at last! My hueband is eavod at
Her worm tears rained down on tho sick man's hands, which sbo hold fast in hors.
"Sho's just wild over it, doctor," said John Davis. " She thinks if BIIO onco gets my namo on that papor, it will all bo right."
Ho epoke in a tono of apology, but hie hollow oyoa gathered nioieturoaBhowitncasedliiswifo'B
"It will. Ob, it will," sho said, cagorly. " This good man will Bupport you, and my God will givo you strength, John, to keep it."
" I am afraid you aro both putting too muoh trust in a mero human instrumentality," said the minister. " Tho plodgo is very good in its woy, and a useful auxiliary. It is a bolp to many,-no doubt will bo to you ; but you mUBt bo careful not to givo it unduo prominence. It is not in societies, or pledges, or in any external machinery, that the hopo of your euro Hoe, Johu Davis. You must go back of all thoao. If in temperance wcro merely a bad social usage, or a custom of ill manners, or anything not directly connected with duty to God, theso voluntnry human agciioicB might bo sufficient for its con- trol, and perhaps its extirpation ; but it is a sin. My dear friend, your only Buflloiont remedy ie that divino ono which alone can conquor thoein of your evil nature. I pray God to mako you a Christian, and thon you will bo safo indeed."
"Oh, Dr. Willoughby," Boid tho yvifo, eagerly, " ho'd havo got religion long ago if it hadn't been far drink. In tho last rovival, when BO many wero brought in, ho waB wondorfully Bolomnised. I know tho Spirit was striving with him, though ho fought hard against it. I ti ¡ed to got him to somo of tho meetings. Ono spell I thought I ebould, but ho took to drinkin' hardor than evor, and drowned all hie convic- tions. Oh, sir, if ho'd Bignod tho plodgo, ho'd have been a Ohrietian long ago, Hie folks wera all professors, and if thoro over was a godly
woman his mother was one. Yondor'e her Biblo."
The sick man's eyes followed tho direction of
" It's mighty quoor, doctor," said ho, " tho fancies eick folks got into thoir heads. My old mother's body's boon in tho gravo theso ton years, and her BOUI in hoavon, I know,-for, as ray wifo saya, Bho yvas a godly woman,-but I could swear sbo sat thoro by my bed one yvholo night einco I'ro boon eiok, and Bang to mo just as she UBod to vfhen I was a baby. Jonnio, it was that night tboy said I'd dio if I didn't go to Blcop ; and how was I goin' to fllcop with ten thousand devils in tho room all spirtin' Uro at mo, and droppiu' live coals on my head ? Well, all of a sudden, and right in tho midst of it, who should I eco but my old mother in the whito cap, with a broad black ribbon over it, oho always woro after fathor died, sitting in her Btraight-backed rocking-ohair, with hor kuittin' work in her bauds. And, doctor, she waa sing- ing' ' Mear.' It mado mo think of a Sunday mornin' in Bummer time, and tho old mootin' house on the bill, and tho boll tollin', and I, a little shaver in my cloon whito jacket, walkin' by mother's Bide, And I soothed right down. All the dreadful noises, that postered mo so, Btopped, and I went right to sloop like a baby. And once when I rousod up in the night all of a tremble, becauso I though j; those crittors wero back again, there mother sat rockin' away, knittin' her atockin', and singin' ' Mear.' Sho Bung it all night ; and'thedovil himeelf couldn't stund that tuno, and he left mo in pcaco. Poor old mother ! eho's laid awako many a night and cried, when I waa down to the tavern drinkin' ond carouBin'."
"John, John !" said the wife, " eho'e lookin' down from hoavon this minute, waiting to BOO what you'll do ; and sho'll sing louder than ehe evor eang before, ond got all the angels te help her, when you put your name to that papor."
" Well, well, mobbe ehe will," ho said.
"Doctor, shall I do it ?"
" By all mcane," eaid the doctor, " ond may your mother's God help you to koop the vow 1 You must go to Him, my friend. You will find your own strength porfoct weakness in the hour of trial.. Cast yourBelf upon the heart of love that will pity and save you ?"
" And you'll go with me, doctor ? It's going to be o hard pull. They'll all twit mo with givin up my principles, and signin' away my liberty, and all that ; and I aint tho man I WOB to Btand ogainat it. Drink has takon nil the grit out of mo. I haven't any moro heart than a baby. But, Dr. Willoughby, you aro a good man and a Btrong. Nobody can make bead
against you. What you say is rcBpectablo ii rospeotablo , and what yon do everybody clso may do. Now, let mo say whou they run me, ' There's tho minister,-ho used to havo his ob jections against tbo plodgo, but he's signed it now His name's right aloiiL.'ndo of mine
Where I stand he st inda ' I'll bo proud to say that, doctor. I'll bo suro I'm right, and I'll go
"Day le, you nocd no such support Mako up your mind what IB the right thing to do, nnd( with God's holp, nrcBpoctivo of my courso, or any other man's, go forward and do it. Your duty in tina mutter is not mino, neither is mino yours What is right for you may bo luoxpedi ont and even wiong for me "
" I don't seo it, doctor. If it's a good thing for me, why isn't it for you ? And if you'll ex ouse mo, eir, for Bpoakiu* plainly, it don't seom to bo just right to advieo a mau to do what you don't praotiao yourself "
" Tho casos oro totally different, Davis. You havo mndo a yyrong ueo of ono of the gifts of God, and to day you uro suffering tho consoquoncea of your Bin. You realizo your dangor, and you fool BO little confidonco in your power to resist temptation, that you bohey o y ou aro only secure by totally abstaining from all indulgonco in tboso drinks that havo causod your fall Tom safoty lies in total abstinence, and you wish to solomniso this obligation by a written plodgo Voiy well, do it Next to the higher duty of embracing tho Gospel, and thus boing eavod norn this and ovoiy other Bin, it is the thing for you to do. But, bocaueo tine ia your duty, it dooa not follow that it is mine Because total abstinence, is necessary for you, who havo injured yourself by hurtful excess, muet I, who knoyv how to uso it with other good gifts of God, in moderation, doprivo myself of an muo cont gratification? This vory gift is giyon mo to uso, not abuso ' All things aro yours,' says tho apostle, ' the world is yours.' I must prao tico self denial, of courso I must koop this appe- tite in porfoot Bubjoction, saying, ' Thus fur ehalt thou como, and no further,' making it my slave, and not suffering it to becomo my master. But I must not bo a coward. Bocaueo you, and others hko you, have boon defeated, wounded, taken captive m the fight, must I turn and run from tbo onomy? Do you undorstond me,
" I should bo a fool if I didn't," ho rophod. " You mean to eay that you aroetrong and I am weak You can bo truBted to go freo, and I niUBt havo my iionde tiod to koop mo out of mischief You may walk m a ploaeont path with your hoad up, and I must go grovollin' down in a ditch Woll, I won't disputo it Tbo Lord knows I'm all you say, and moro I am weak, and poor, and misorablo, and wicked onough, and despisod by all, and }0ii oro rieh, und happy, and good, with your praiso m everybody's mouth And you Bay, becauso thoio's all this difforoneo botwoon us, and you aro up thoio and I down boro, that my duty isn't yours, und how can I oxpect you to como down to my lovel? Well, you'll say it's presumptuous in me, but it's pist what I did expect I thought, acoin' OB I couldn't como up to your load, rnobbo you'd como down to mino. And if you look at it ono way, sir, as high OB you are, and OB low as I am, wo aro in some sort on tho Biuno track , for I didn't get to bo a drunkard all at onco, Dr Willoughby What you do now I unod to do onco I took a tumbler of whisky on election day, as you tako wmo at a weddin', or a bot sling whon I WOB goin' out to yyoik in tho cold, as you toko a little brandy and wator on a stormy night whon you go out to hold a moetm'. That's the yvny I bogan I don't suppose you'll over got n gom' on tho down hack us I havo , but I'll toll you this, Dr Willoughby, if thoro yvaBn't any moderato drinkers there wouldn't bo any diunkards And noyv seo what u bald spot you put us m You say only di unkurda need to Bign tho plodgo, nnd you'd huvouoputournamofldown, and proclaim ouraches by that haid namo to all tbo world You say, 'Hore, you pool, mieoi ablo smnorB, sign tho plodgo and bo saved,' und you won't BO much as touoh ua yvith the tipa of yourflngore Do you call that Christian ? Dr Willoughby, I ask yon to do what you noll me to do Put your namo 'longsido of mino on that papor You givo up your wine, and I'll give up my whisky I know I'm n lost man, body and soul, if I keep on drinkin*. I'v° heard you say a doal, whon I usod to go to moetm', about tho ' value of an immortal soul ' Aint my soul worth makin' thal little sacrifice for ? or didn't it cost ae muoh as somo others ?"
A group of little raggod children woro playing m tbo next room, and in tho pause that BUD oocdod John Davis' appeal, a sweet, childish voico sang thoao words -
" Jesus died for > ou,
Jesus (Hot! for me
Yoi. iesus died for all mankind -
llmnk God, satiations freo I
Dr. Willoughby rose and walked to tho window, thon ho como and stood hy tho Bick
' Davie," said he, " I will do anything in my power to help you-I moan anything that docs not involve tho giving up of o principio. I will osBist you to obtain Bteady work. I shall bo glad to givo you any pecuniary aid you may need. Thcao ohildron muBt havo warm ololhing You oholl not bo loft to strugglo on alone, my poor follow. Friends will gather round you, when they seo you pursuing a diflbrent courso I hopo to soo you yet prosperous and happy, with the smiling facoB of your wifo and children gathered about you, and to hear you raiso a prayor of thanksgiving to Him whoso grace has sot you
Ho paused, but John Davis did not speak.
" With regard to the request you so earnestly make, that I would tako thie pledge with you, I con only Bay that ' it is my carefully-studied and firmly retained religious conviction, that wino and othor stimulating drinkB, bolong to tbo meats which God hath created, and whioh aro not to bo refused, but received with thankegiving, and I value even more than meats tho liberty wborowith Christ bath mado mo free.' * There- fore I reject the abstmonco yoke Anything in reason I will do for you, Davis, but this is a port of my religion, and I cannot in oonsoicnco give it up "
The Bick man fixod his eyes steadily upon Dr. Willoughby'» face while ho was speaking.
*Do you hear that, wife ?" ¡aid ho. " It's a part of tbo minister's religion to drink wino Shall I bo wiser than my betters, or hoher than the prophotB ? Hurrah ' Sond Tim to fill up tho block jug If II'B his religion to drink wine, it's mino to drink whisky, and I will drink it till
I die '"
Jennie Davis had stsod oil this time by hor ' husband's bedeido. Her glad look whon ehe
first entered the room changed to one of breath I . liiomuoB
losa anxiety, as ebo listened to the convocation, turning her eager face from ono to tho other of tbo speakers. When abo hoard theso last dread- ful ivords, sbo turned as palo as doath, and, covering her face with her apron, burst into nu agony of weeping.
11 Davis," said Dr. Willoughby, sternly, " you forget yourself. My poor womun, don't ory ao.
Your biiBbaud will think bettor of this. Ho ] iloca not moan what ho says." 1
" I do mean it," he said, " and I'vo got you to | back mo. Moderation! Liberty nnd wbieky ! that's the talk ! Uho parson's principles oro good enough fur mo. If I etumblo, I'll etumblo over him, and, if I go lo hell, I'll toll thom all tho minister ecut mo thoro. Hurrah I Jonnio, wo'll fill up tho bluok jug !"
" Davis," said Dr. Willoughby, " I will not listen to suoh language I will talk further with you on this subject yvben you are in a propor
frunio of mind."
"Any timo, doctor j nnd we'll fotoh out tho jug, and huvo n diink together."
Ho said this with a lough that made his fuco
Tho weopiug yvifo followed hor minister to tho
"Wo will prny for him," ho suid. "God alono cou savo bim. I will BOO bim again."
She answered bim as well us she could for her
" I thank you, sir,-but I am afraid-it will do-no good."
SO.MI: strange, commotion Is in his brain : ho bttcs lils lip and sturts ; Stops on a sudden, looks upon tho ground, Thoa lays his linger on lils templo, straight
Bpilngs out into fast gait ; thon stops ngutu, Strtkos his broust haul ; mid anon ho cants
llts eye against tho moon ; In most strange posturo ] W11 havo scon htm sol himself."-SHAKyi'KAim,
GUACE WILLOUGMIS'S sowing maohino waa out of order ono day, und, throiving a shawl over hor bend, BIIO ran out to tbo bnok yard whoro Joo Martin, or orazy Joe, aa bo was uni- versally called in tho village, was holping Dan to split up the groat hickory log be had drawn from the woods a few days previous. Dr. Wil- loughby frequently omployed thiB man whon thoro was a press of work ; and as ho was skilful with tools, Graco hoped ho might bo ablo to assist
It was a bright day in oarly wintor. Tho first snow of tho season had fallon tbo night before, and lay upon tho ground whito ond 1111 Billliod. TI10 uir below wus quito still, but the uppor brunches of tho troos that sun oundell hor fathor's house owayed to and fro, and from tho tops of tho pines como tbo pensive music of tho ¡¡winter wind. Joo atood, uxo in band, a rapt expression on bia upturned faco, talking softly to himself; mid Dun, who had also sus- pended work, was walebing him with a half curious, hulf-contoinptuouB oxprossion on hie hard, Ynnkoo visage. Neither of the men noticed tho young girl's upproaoh, and shoBtootl quiotly obsorving thom, boforo discovering hor
" Thcro's a sound of going in tho topo of tho mulberry troos," said crazy Joo, and it'a uko an army preparing for battle"
" Thom aint mulborry troos," said Dan Taylor, following the direction of Joo'a oyos ; " thom'a young mnploa. What aro yor tulkin' 'bout Martin ? Thoro oint a mulborry troo round boro un I know on, nor haint bcou sinco the morns mullicaulus upocolntion. 'Null on 'om thou, moro'B tho pity, an' some that ownod 'em left yvith hoads UB oraokod 11a yourn." (This last in a low voice.) " Don't ye knoyv the difference between a soft 111 apio and n mulborry,
Joo did not anowor bim, or nppoar to~notico tho interruption, but wont on talking ; and his volco, ulways musical, though uiiploosnntly loud in his excited moods, waa now vory tondor and
soft in tono.
"Tho four angola ataúd in tho four Comoro, holding tho four yvinde of hoavon," said ho ; " for my Lord commanded that thoy 'should not hurt any green thing, noithor any trco, but only (lioso mon yvho havo not tho seal of God in their foiohcnda." Ho put his band to bia hood yvith a troubled look. " Tho garden of tho Lord ia full of goodly trooa, tho palm and tbo olive troo, tho pino troo and tho box together, but in tho midst of it, und on tho bunk of the river, is tho I roo of Ufo." Ho bogati lo Bing :
Oh.iny brother, aro3ou sitting on tho trco of Ufo, To hear when Jordan lolls V
" I can't Bay »a I bo, brothor," eaid Don. " I ain't elim' a troo thoao ton years. UBO to go up wa'nut troos like a ebipmonk ; and os for hoar in' Jordan roll, I don't know us I kor about thot kind o' musio yot uwhilo. It's a hard road to travol-hey, Joo ?"
Joo answered him yvith groat solemnity :
" If thou bust run with thofootmon, and thoy have wearied theo, bow const thou contend yvith horses ? And if in tho land of poaoo thoy wearied theo, then how wilt thou do in tho Bwclling of Jordan ?"
Then ho contiuued his Bong :
Oh, my sister, aro you sitting on tho troo of llfo ?
To hear whon Jordan rolls ?
Koli, Jordan, roll I
" Yondor she stands," snid Dan, pointing to Graco, whom ho had juBt discovered. Joo turnod. " Ah, yee, MÍBS Graco," said ho, with a smilo, " you aro on the tree of life. Jordan will roll for you. Thoro io no flaming oword to keep you away. His mark is plain enough in your whito forehead." Again ho put his bund
to his brow.
" Is your hoad very bad to doy ?" Bho said, kindly.
"There is no chango, Miss Grace. You know there waa power givon to tormont night and day for a season ; but its tho timo .that frète me. I think I could boar it botter if I could reckon the time. You know it sayB, ' It was pormitted him to continue forty and two months, and a timo and limes, and tho dividing of a time.' Now, Mies Graco, shall wo count from when tho ongol with tho key of tho bottomloas pil and tho groat chain looecd tho old dragon tbot wag bound for a thousand years ; or from when the boaet whoeo deadly wound was healed, roso out of the soo and put his mark, or tho number of his namo, in men's foreheads ? Mies Grace, do you think it was then, and why did ho put my mark in a different plnco ?"
He pointod to tho sear upon bia check as ho epoko,-doubt, anxioty, and patient eufforing
mirrored in his face.
"What's tho good of botherm'yor hoad 'bout it?" eaid Dan. "Plague tako the timo, and times, and dividin' of times. An' I'll tell you what 'tia, Joo Martin, if yer don't talk ICBB an' work more, this oro hickory log won't git chopped up 'fore next April. Then there'll bo a ' time.' " - " ' Let him that hath understanding,' " Boid Joe, with great solemnity, " ' count the number
I of the boast : for it is tho number of a man
nnd his number is six hundred threeaooro and
six.' Miss Grace, whon you soy your prayors to-night, would you mind aeking that question
about tho tiino ?"
"Iwill nek it," sho said, "and I will aBk Iho dear Saviour to tako away nil this trouble and confusion from your mind, nnd do for you, in Hie own good time, yvhat Ho did when Ho was boro on earth for a poor man as much worso than you «re as you can think,"
" With tho mark on bim, Misa Groes?"
" With tho mark on bira, Joo, so plain and so dreadful, that every ono WOB nfrnid of him,; ond ho uover could livo yvith his folloyv-mon, but wont yvandoring night aud day in tho mountains, und among tho tombs, crying, und outt ng him- self with stones, aud whon Joans met him, all yvoundod mid blooding, Ho made him well."
" Modo bim well," repeated Crazy Joo, his hand seeking his forehead again. "He must hnvo boon down in tho ' lonosomo vnlloy ' that Ho mot bim, for you know tho hymn says :
Oh, 1'vo been thore, Misa Gruco, many and many a timo; but I novor mot nuy JCBUB. YOS you may nek him to do thnt for mo, when the' time, and timos, and dividing of times is ac- complished. Oh, if I could only oount up that
Sho haBtouod to divort his mina from this porploxing question by preferring her requost, and wus gratidod to eoo how instnntly tho wondering look left his face, and WIIB succeoded by ono of gravo attention, as sho explained what ehe needed. Ho smiled whon BIIO had finished, inndo her two or throo of the littlo fantastic bows pcouliar to bim, thon drawing from a rocosa in the wood pilo a bun Ho tied in a silk hand- kerchief, ho produced tho tools ho noodod, and eot himself busily to work. Gruco noticed, us ho untied this buudlo, tho neatness mid ordor that ehariictorisod the man's porsonul habits. HIB knife, chisel, Berow-drivor, and othor simple tools, yvoro in a box by thouiBolvos ; hie articles for tho toilet in anothor ; whilo ii olean whito handkerchief, a gay neck-tio, a bosom pin, and a bottlo of perfumory, explained hoyv ho bad gained among the boyB of the villiigo tho namo of " Dundy Joe."
Whilo sho Btood watching his nimble fingers as bo shaped tho littlo wodgo sho noodod, Katio callod from tbo kitehon door, " Misa Graco, your jintloman has como," and hor mothor mot hor in
" It's Mr. Landon, deir," sho said ; " if you want to chango your dreaa, I will outortain him till you aro ready."
" Oh, no, mother, my droas is good enough," olio Bilid ¡ und with a quick, light stop ontored
tho room whoro her lovor uyvnited hor.
Mr. Horaco Landon rose deliberately from the urm-ohuir in which ho waa Boated, when tho young gill, her hand oxtonded, and a emito of woloomo on her fuco that brought ovory dimple in play, caine forward to meet bim. Ho waa n toll mon, with gloesy black hair and beard, u high, straight forehead, eyes ns black as oaul, set deep in his hoad, and tho other foaturoa of hie fuco, cloar-out, uud good in proportion. But ho was not handsome, and Francos Thoyor flutlorod bim yvhon Bbo callod him young-looking.
Thora woio lines on bio forehead, und about his | oyea that only timo can mako ; tho top of his bond yvae quito boro, and tho lower part of his foco, when in repoee, dropped like that of an old man. Standing sido by »ido with Graco Willoughby, in hor Blonder, rtirlish beauty, hor fair skin, light huir, mid dimples, milking hor look younger than sho really wus; with his wrinkles, his buldnoss, und a oortain woury, care- worn expression that pervaded his wholo face,
ho scoinod old indeed.
" I culled to givo you (bo first sloigh-rido of tho Boason," ho Buid yvhon thoir groolingB wero over. "I nm going to Barton. Will you ride yvith mo ?"
She joyfully uesonlod, and a fow moments later ho liandod hor to hor acnt in tho cultor, and with abundant caro adjusted tbo robos to protocl hor from tho oold. Mrs. Willoughby watohod thom from tho parlor window.
" Graco bus decided uko a BoiiBÍblo girl," abo
said to hor lniBbnnd. It is ii comfort lo think Ihub muttor ¡B Bottled. What n position abo will ocoupy 1 I doeloro I bolivo I smell burnt broad. If that Katio has Bpoilod anothor butch-"
Mr. Landon hud lukcn his Bent in tho eloigh,
nnd wns gathering up tho linos preparatory to I Blurting, yvhon his companion spoko.
" Wait a moment, plooeo," BIIO anid. " Joe yviahos-to sponk with mo."
Mr. Landon turnod, and sayv coining toward thom, through tho yard, a man with curly gray hair, und un ugly soar on ono sido of his fuco.
" It ¡B Joo Murtin," abo oxplainod j " a poor, half crazy folloyv fatbor omploys for the e»Vo of kcoping him. Ho has boon doing somo work for mo this aftornoon, and I suppoBO wants to show it to mo. Well, Joo. Why what is tbo
matlor with him?"
Tho man, who was by this time very near thom, and yvith bia uxo upon his shoulder, and with ono hand oxtonded, bud boen making his curious littlo bows us ho approached, stopped suddonly, tho childieh oxprcBsion of pleasure on bia face changing instantly to ono of extremo terror and distress ; thon, dropping his axo, ho rushed through the opon gate, and oxtonding both anne, uppoarod about to enati h the girl from hor Boat in tbo sleigh.
"Como owuy!" bo seroamed. "0, Mias Graco, como away !"
" Stand back, B¡r," Baid Landon, atornly ; " you nlorm the lady. Grace, what dooa this
The oound of If s voico scorned to in- crease Martin's agitation to ungovornablo fury. Ho tromblod all over. Ho clenched his fists, and Btampcd on the ground. The veins on bia forchood swollcd almost to bursting, and the ecar on bia chook turning o livid purplo, addod greatly to tho frightfulnees of his op
"Lot hor go !" ho ecronmed. .' Sou villain! you murdoror ! Lot hor go ! Then, ns Landon started the horso, ho sprang forward, and with almOBt incredible quicknoBS, Bcized tbo animal by tbo head, holcliDg him with an ¡ron grasp.
" Como," said Horneo Landon, ongrily ; " wo havo bad enough of this. Lot go my horso's hoad, you vagabond, or you und my whip will becomo botter acquainted."
Ho raised tho whip, but Grace caught bis
" Stop, Mr. Landon," ehe said, " don't Btriko him, Joe, for Bhamo! What do you moon ? Tina gentleman ¡B my friend."
Ho turned hja face full of furious anger at
the sound of hor voico.
" Friend 1" eaid ho. "Is tho wolf a friend when he crushes tbo lamb in his hungry jaws ? Is tho vulture a (riond when be tea» the little
tender dove with his tolonB? Miss Grace! Miss Graco ! bo's got the mark of the boast on his forhend and in the palma of his hands. Oh,
como away !"
He looaenod bia hold on tho roin, to stretoh n hand imploringly toward her, and Mr. Landon, seizing tho opportunity, touched his horse with tho whip. The frightened oreoturo sprang for- ward, throwing Martin with some violence back upon tbo snow.
"What aro tho authorities of your town about," enid Mr. Landon, "flint thoy suffer such a madman to run looeo in tbo streets ?"
Graco waa looking back, und did not hood the
" Pienso drivo slower," she enid ; "I am afraid ho is injured."
Ho ohecked the speed of his boree and turned
"No, ho is not burt," bo enid. " Seo, ho is getiiug up. It would havo Borvod him right, if my horse's heels bud knocked tho oruzy brains out of his bend. An ugly follow, who ought to bo put behind bolts nnd bars boforo ho is on
" O Air. Landon," sho answered, " you would not Bay so if you kuoyv poor Joe. Ho is at eiuiplo-hourtod aud innocont a orenturo as over lived. Weet union people yvould laugh at you if you ehould toll thom ho ia dangerous. He yvas nover known to hurt a dumb animal, muoh leas a human being. Why tbo littlo ohildron of the villago nil lovo him, and it ie no uncommon sight to eeo n group of them about him, climb- ing his shoulders, und ?carolling his pookots for cundy. Ho is singuhirly mild and patient, hopelessly deranged, poor follow, on roligious subjects, but as harmless as possible I cannot imagino yvhiit lins occasioned this outbreak. I have nevor Been anything Uko it before"
She turned her hoad »gain. Crazy Joe had riecn and waa standing motionless in tho middle of tho road. His gray hoad yvas baro, and both arms wore extended towards the rupidly retreat- ing Bloigh.
" Who is bo, and whoro did ho como from?" enquired Mr. Landon.
" Ho waa born and brought up in Weat Union," abo replied. " His mother wnB nn ox collent Ohriatiun woman, a inombor of father's church. His father died when ho was very young. Joe waa her only child,-a bright, liandsouio boy, und fond of bil book ; and sho yvua very anxious to givo bim a hboral education. Sbo intoiostod luther ubout it, and ho helped to preparo Joo for oollogo. I was very young, but 1 can reinoinbor a rosy-cheeked, luinilsomo boy, who carno to recite Latin two or threo timos a weok. Well, sho found ii place in a Blore in the city for bim, till BIIO could earn money to aond bim to Nowhiivon. Sho waa a very industrious, smurt yvonuiu, a tailoreaa by trado ; und father Baya ebo yvorkod night and day-in fact, killed herself-for hor hoy. On hor doath-bod she begged fatbor to look after him, und ho faith- fully premised that ho would. And now comos tho sfrango pint oi my »lory. A few months after his mother's death, tho boy disappeared strangely, unaccountably, leaving no oluo to his yvhorenbouts. Fjtbor wns greatly disturbed about it, because, of lils promise to tho poor mother. Ho set tho police to work, and ho ad- vertised, but yvith no SUCCOBB. And, Mr. Lundon, yvo heard nothing of bim from that day, until throe or four years ngo, when tho poor, gray hooded creature, v ho has just aclod so strangely, carno to our door ono wintor'B night. Fathor did not rocognioo him at first, ho was so dread- fully c1 rangcd, but soon ascertained that it was poor Joe Marlin, no could givo no account of himsolf, whoro ho hod been, or what ho had luffuiod ; and yvo eoon ceased lo trouble him yvith qucetioue. Futhor got bim into tho asylum for tho insano, thinking bo might bo cured; but the physician soon pronounced it a hopoloes cuso ; and poor Joo, who lind probably lod a wandering life, wns BO very unhappy in his con- finement that it yvas thought best to reloaao
him. Ho lives in ii lillie boneo by himsolf on . tho edgo of tho villugo, and earns u living by Euvàtig wood and olouriiig patho in wintor, and by gnrdouing in Bummer. Fvcryono pitioB him and treats him kindly. luton tho boys of the villugo, though thoy havo thoir jokos yvith bim, aro Beldam rude. I boliovo ho is truly a Christian. Ho lmoyvs hie Biblo almost by boort. Ho is nover absent from church on tho Sabbath, and walkB his niilo-und-a-balf tho coldost wintor nights to attend tbo weekly prayer-mooting. Ho Binge etrungo hymns and songs that no one ubout boro ovor hoard boforo. Ho altonds all tho funerala, nnd thoro can hardly be a town mooting without bim. Ho oanproneh and pray, to tho great edification of tho boys; but his forte is tomporuiico. Ho is a staunch tcototalor, und gives limo, talent, nnd ovory cont of money ho con spare, poor folloyv, to holp tho ouuao."
" What did you call bim, Graoo ?"
" Joo Martin. Havo you hoard tho name boforo, Mr. Landon ?"
" That, or ono Bimilor. A moro ooinoidenco -nothing moro." Thon ho turned to her amilipg. " Gruco, whon do you monn to drop tho 'Mr.' from my nnuio ? Oun I not teach you to call
mo Horneo ?"
Mr. Landon wns a good talkor. His mind was Btorod with knowlodgo, yvhich his fluent tonguo was capable of uttoiing with flowing grace and eloquonoo. Ho bud tbo faoulty of introducing old ¡doua in now shapos, olothing thom in choleo diction, and serving tbem up in brilliant stylo ; and for the next two hours ho oxortcd his conversational talonts to tho utmost to ontortain tho young girl at his sido. Perhaps ho yviehed to drivo from bormiud all recolleotiou of tho unplcisant incident at tho commence- ment of thoir ride. If so, bo yvas vory success- ful. Sho laughed at hie sallies of wit, till the
dimples flashed in and out of her ohecks ; '
bluBbod with innocent pleasure at h¡B dolicato ' flattery ¡ or lietcnod in rapt attention, her bluo cyos moist with feoling, to his well-timed quototions from hor fovorito poet. Smiles ond toora carno to hor at bia bidding,-smiles that lit up her face with on over-jbanging beauty, and tears tbot eoftoncd- her eyes, and addod tondorneea to her flexible mouth.
" Mother," she Boid, standing by Mra. Wil- loughby 'e choir that night-" mother, I am very happy."
" Yoe, door, and well you moy be. Mr. Lan- don is one of a thousand, so brilliant, so ac- complished, and ablo to givo you overy luxury that money can purchase. You will havo a good husband, Graco, and," sbo added, as her daughtor loft the room,-" and stielt a position !" p [TO BE CoálISUED.]
A GENTLEMAN connected with a certain bank-, as a clerk recently robbed hie employers. Thoy' called bim a " fellow" and other disreputable i names at first, and some iutiinnted that ho WOB
a thief, for they thought ho had stolen only a
' I few poundsi , But it turua, out that he, took . le < £20,000, and is not a thief at all, but a defaulter. "