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“\Vhen he was eighteen he got a. good place in a stoz s in this city. He was bookkeeper and \Ir. Ferris said he would trust him with everyth ng and anything. Oh, I thought my cup was full when he came home the first time to stay over Sunday. He looked so tall and handsome in his new clothes and he left some money for me and always sent me some every month. He said he went to church and Sunday school and kept good company and I needn’t worry about him. Everybody spoke weh of him and it all went right for two years, and then, one day, I got atelegram 10 come quick, that Tom was sick. I went as fast as I could go. The poor boy was raving, didn’t know me at all. I thought he had‘ caught a fever and set to work to nurse him. When the doctor came he told me it was of no use, that Tom could; not liv,e that he had Brain diseasel caused by drinking liquor! I was‘ angry I told then doctor he didn’t know what he was saying. My boy‘ drinkâ€"the best and pu'rest boy that ever walked the earth! I wouldn’t. believe it, not a WOrd of it. But after the doctor had gone I found a. letter in‘ Tom’s drawer that he had begun to write to me. He wrote the first part of it three months ago,.then he thought he wouidu’t send it. But just before he was taken sick he finished it and it _ “Twenty years ago my sister died. She gave her baby to me. She said, ‘Bring him up for God.’ I was poor and had to work hard, but I did my best for the little fellow. He was all I liVed for, except to serve my Master, and Iloved him for his mother and myself too. I worked night and day, tugged and slaved and went without thingsâ€"and was glad to do it â€"'to keep him in school till he got a common education. He was a good boy, bright too, and I was proud of him. Hewas always saying, “Wait till I begin to maké money. You shan’t work any more, Aunt. Polly.” A plainly dressed grey haired woman rose to meet him as he entered the room. At first thought he supposed her to be one of his country parishioners who had called to beg him to accept a box of clover honey, or a pair of fine ducks. Another and more searching look convinced him of his mistake. The lines about the mouth and the in- tense, almost fierce expression of the deep set grey eyes betokcned no such kindly intent. She fumbled in her pocket a minute and produced a bit cut from a newspaper. “Oh, no,” the doctor said, as he drew himself up wearily. “I might as well see her now as any time.” ‘ It is too bad,” said Mrs. Carter, who had lighted the gas and was about to read from 9’. fresh magazine. “ You never have one" minute to, your- self. Do let me go and ckcuse you, George, and ask her to come some other time.” Fixing her keen eyes upon him, the woman went- on Without heeding his question. BY MRS. C. M. LIVINGSTON. The Rev. Dr. Carter was tired. He had done a hard day’s work ; had put the finishing touches to his Sabbath evening sermon, had oificiated at two weddings and one funeral, presided at ameeting of associated charities and visited the orphan asylum, the inebri- ate asylum and the old ladies’ home. The doctor was popular. If he had not divided himself up with nice system, there would scarcely have been enough of him to go round, so many were the demands upon his time and strength. He had his days for calling upon the members of his congregation, days for the sick, days for the poor and days for public institutions. It was with a comfortable sense of duty done and rest earned that, at the close of this day. he seated himself by an open fire in the library. His slippers and dressing gown were on and he had just leaned back in his easy chair and breathed a sigh of relief, when there came a ring at the door bell and a servant appeared to say that a woman was waiting in the parlor to see him. He glanced over it. It was an ex- tract from one of his own articles defendingr his position on the total ab stinenee question, wherein he claimed that even, man must be a. law unto himself, that 0‘. en the scriptures did not forbiil the use of wine in moder- ation, that men who set up a. standard of total abstinence denouncing all who did not come up to it were bigots and fanatics. besides being “wise above “Did you wriité that ?” she asked handing the paper to 'Dr. Carter. what was written.” He declared that amen must be weak indeed who re- quired a. pledge to keep him within the bounds of common decency: that the Creator gm 9 to man all the good things of this iifr, the fruit of the vine included. He was to use them, not abuse them. and to exercise Christian self-control in all things without which he would be no better than the brutes. “ Yes, In: idem, I beiieve I wrote it,” Dr. Czirtzr said i‘ather stiffly, handing the paper back to her. “ Why do you Wish to know ’3” A Brave Woman. my old heart would break if God didn’t keep me. But I didn’t come to call clown vengeance on you. I felt like it at first. I came to warn you. There are nine other boys in that club, and nine times nine, some of them in your church, stumbling into hell over the very words that ruined my poor boy. You’ve got to meet them all and your words in the great day of account. Save them or you will lose your own soul. May the lord open your eyes before it is forever too late.” “It is just is I feared,” Mrs. Carter said ,you have overworked toâ€"day, and that lugubrious looking woman was the last straw I just had a glimpse of her as she went out. You had better re- tire early and get a long rest.” Dr. Carter'took his wife’s advice, partly because he felt disturbed and wished to be alone. Sleep was out of the question, though. He continued to torture himself by going over the sad story that has been told him, re- calling the face of his viSItor, stamped as it was with the lines of care and grief, and then bringing before himself the other coflined face. Yes, he had noticed the blonde curls on the broad white brow, and remarked at the time on the singular beauty of the young man. And that was Tom ! Then his fancy picturi-d the old house where Before Dr. Carter could speak a word or recover from his astonishment his visitor had vanished. And then a bell tinkled through the house. There was a fragrance of tea. and toast, the patter of children’s feet, the rustle of lHS wife’s dress, and the minister went like one dazed to the tea-table. During the meal he was pale and abstracted, neither talking nor eatingr much. The woman read the letter through. Then, fixing her eyes on the doctor, she s.id in a. low voice, terrible for its forced culnimeSs: “ Dr. Carter, you ministers like to hear whether your work brings forth fruit. It was Toni you buried toâ€"d'ay. \Vasn’t he a hand- some boy? Did you notice his curls? You couldn’t see his eyes, but' they were as blue as the sky. It was quick work. The doctor said his brain was be fine to stand much of the stufi} just a. little set it on fire. Dr. Carter”â€" and “her voice dropped to a fearful whisperâ€"“ it was your work. You killed my boy 1 He was all I had, and “ August 10â€"Dear Aunt Polly ” the letter began, “ Did you ever hear of Dr Carter? I’ve begun to attend his church lately. He’s “considered the best preacher in the city. I like. him very much. He preaches splendid sermons and is a jolly man besides: none of your long-faced cranks. He doesn’t think a. man is going straight to perdition if he takes a glass of beer. He says one must not take too much beer or Wine, any more iii 1n he must not drink too much coffee; and that, as long as one controls himself and keeps within Certain limits, it is all right and sometimes necessary to health to take some stimulant. Now that sounds like good common sense. We boys think what Dr Carter says is all law and gospelâ€"ten of us hire two seats in his churchâ€"and we have a sort of club, meet somewhere almost every evening ,so we thought we would try his doctrine on. W’e- work hard and our board isn’t very good and we thought that if a glass of beer would tonec us up and make us worth more it might be a good thing. We each took a pledge that we would drink but one glass a dayâ€"no more It’s only a week since we began, but I feel better al- ready. That beer just hits the spot every time. I expect to weigh ten pounds more before I see y0u again. You see I am keeping my promise, telling you everything. Of course it can t be wrong, or a good man like Dr. Carter wouldn’t uphoid it. I’ll cut this piece out and send it to you ; then you can see for yourself. There‘s another argument for drinking it, too. I like the beer very much, but I am firm and take but one glass. You see that gets me in the habit of controlling myself. It strengthens character every time one resists a. temptation. See? “November lOâ€"Dear Aunt Polly : I wrote this other letter long ago, but I'll send it to you; then you’ll under- stand. I‘m afraid I’m going to die! My head feels queer. I’m lost! I didn’t control myself. I’m a. brute! I drank everything I could get. I couldn’t kelp it I tried to step. Oh, I meant it all to be so different I If I could only begin again; but it’s too late! \Vhy did I ever hear that a:- cursed talk? O,‘I’m lost, lost, for drunkards cannot go to heaven, and I’m adrunkard! Your Tom! Make up my bed in the little attic. Come and get me quickwquickl My head is on fire. If I an] gone when )ou come, kiss me just once more and for- giveme. Tom.” was lyinu' there all ready to go to the post office, and this piece that he cut from the newspaper was in it. I’ve out to read it to you, for there IS the D whole stm y.” Dr. Carter was. 01} the point of tell- ing her that he was too busy a. man to listen to such long stories, but there was a. certain sad dignity about her that kept him; silent. THE W'ATCHMAN, LINDSAY, TH And Christ the Lord spoke to him, Dr. Carter was not asked to resign. face to face, as it were. He came not ’Tis true, the rich brewer and the wine with the the thunder of Sinai, but drew merchant left; the church, and several . . . . u , ' n , ‘ m love, 'saymg m enerd 2:25;Sczx°en£$tesa£22::em retest: “Son, why hast thou leagued with g q ’ p7 were more than filled by men of influence Satan to persecute me these many , and property who naturally belonged in years?’ The strong man’s heart was that; church and would have been there mutt-d now Like the other misguided ‘i long before but for the pastor’s position an He tried to calm himself and sleep again, but sleep had vanished. His brain never felt clearer and for the next two hours all his mental powers were awake and alert, as though they had been suddenly summoned to the court where Dr. George Carter was being tried.by himself. Memory with great lidelity brought before him all he had ever said or written on the liquor ques- tion. COnscience, unsparing and stem, asked, “Have you all these years been true to your inmost convictions, or are you a temporizing coward? You know that one of your chief supporters in your church is a brewer, another_a wine merchant and that many are moderate drinkers. Did not this weigh with you in taking the posrtion you have? And may there not be a deeper reason, that none but God and you know, some- thing that you never indulged in until recently? Do you not take asmall quantity of wine yourselfeach day, “just to tone you up 3’” Then judgement. took the stand, and sneered and scoffed at weak logic and .flimsy sophistries, bringing him to bay at every turn. She pointed her fingers and laughed until he grew hot with shame. Then she changed her mien. She set the truth before his cleared vision and pleaded with ‘him to be brave enough to follow the convictions of an awakened con- science. - “Poor, blind one,” said the angel pityingly, “you cannot undo it; the silly souls who heard and believed your wicked words are in the land of despair, for it is written, “ Drunkards shall not inherit the kingdom of heaven.” And the angel left him and he felt himself Sinking down. down into the blackness Of darkness, and thenâ€"he awoke with a groan, his pulses throbbing wildly. He looked through a. door. Yes, they were there the tail, grey-haired woman who had paid him the strange visit, the young widow, the old father. the orphan chxldren, and along line of other widows and orphans, weary fathers and broken hearted mowers. “Oh, let me go back and undo it all,” cried the wretched man. “ I did not know what I was doing.” “You cannot; enter here. You led souls astray. 'I'here are your accusers â€"~â€"100k !” Sleep brought no relief, however. It was filled with horridle phantasics. He dreamed that he had died and went swiftly through the air up to the heavenly city and stood at the gates. But none came to bid him welcome. He knocked and called but there was no answer. Helpless and alone he waited. He saw the light of the city and heard sweet music. As he cried out in deep distress, the gate slowly opened and there appeared to him at glorious being who looked at him sadly, saying : “ Aunt Polly ” had lived all these years with her boy. To-mght she sat there alone. She need never look for any more letters from Tcm or listen for his coming footsteps; Tom was gone from the earth, and the wcrds, “ You’ve killed him," rang in his ears again. She had said some other dreadful words, too, about his having to give account for others whom he had in- fluenced for evil. Half unconsciously he went over his congregation as they appeared before him on. ' Sabbath. There were many families among them who had suffered, because some of their members had fallen victims to an uncontrolled appetite. \Vas it true that he was at all responsible for their xnisery’l Had he, whose mission it was to comfort and guide into peace and purity, lneen engaged in making drunk ards? Over in that darkened corner of the church sat a sad faced young widow, her delicate profile outlined against the folds ofher crepe veil, as she Sat each Sabbath, looking up at him with heavy eyes and tear-stained face. Her hus- band, a brilliant young man of high position, had just died of delirium tremens! And there was one of his elders whose form was bent and locks whitened, not so much by age as by sorrow because his only son had be- comea sot. Just beyond him sat a family of young people whose father blew his brains oua in a. fit of intoxma- cation. In the COrner pew at the left were two old grand-parents with three little children. Their beautifuldaugh ter' married a moderate drinker. He saon became a common drunkard, squandered his pr0perty and finally hst his life in an affray at the club. His wife had soon after died broken- hearted. And there on the other side sat a stern-faced man and a sad woman. Their one darling child, a lovely, gifted girl, was in an incbriate asylum, a victim to the wine-drinking habits of the fashionable circle in which she moved. All over the church it was the same. Almost every family caried secret sorrows from the same cause. They all passed in review before the pastor as he fell asleep. Good men and women, who had deplored their pastor’s former views on this sub- ject, who had come almost to the point of askingletters of dismissal from their he- loved church, sang hallelujahs in their muls at this astounding change in their pastor. They wept and smiled by turns, and had their education not been of the most ccmservntis‘e type might have shouted and cried "Amen ! " There was almost. an audible murmur of surprise in the church thn next Sabbath morning when the pastor, Contrary to his usual custom, stepped aside from the desk and began to speak to his people without notes. Ears were fairly strained to catch every syllable and make sure they heard ariuht, as he proceeded to state in clear. strong terms the decision to which he had come. Something of the inspiration which tilled him on that memorable night took possession of him They had always thought their pastot an eloquent man, but never had they heard anything from him like these impassioned words flowing like a torrent that Would nat be stayed. Burn- ing truths. keen arguments and strong logic held them spell-bound. The effect was electrical. Even those who differed from him could but admire. Many who were halting between duty and inclination were that day convinced. Others who were treading on the brink of a precipice were snatched away and saved by this un- looked for avowal. Never had there been atemperance address of equal power in that city. She put both arms around his neck and laid her cheek to his as she said swftly, “ VVe’re reformers nuw, :Lre’nt we ?” And her husband thanked God and took courage. “George, I’m almost afraid that I should he sure you were right on any question, whatever your opinions were. I never thought I was made of the srnfl'theit nmrtyrs are nmde of, and yen I am ready to follow where you lead. I am proud of you dear to come out in this way and act up to your convictions. I think I know how to admire a hero, even if he is my own husband." Mrs‘ Carter had not been rated as a brave Woman hel'(“t()ful't‘., and she had been educated in =1 family who held radlcnl views upon nuthing, therefnre her hus- band was surprised when she rose to this nccasinn. She came Over to him Where he sat and said with kindling: eyes .' servant w the same q humility, “ Lo me to do Cl” He needed not any citv to be 51 own him, swiftly, as by :1 vision. tnrouun a strange experience, my (1e tr He then told her the Story keepimr nothing back, adding at; the close. “Mary. you know. of Course, that the declaration of my changed views will render me unpopulm with some of our church people. I may be asked to resign in consequence. I may not receive a cwll to another church immediately. Are you prepared to face the possible results of such a step â€"to relinquish this elegant house and generous salary for a pluiner home with less money, for conscience sake ‘I As for me, I must go forward whether my wife bids me Godspeed or nut. guspc This done he wrote a letter to his publisher bidding him not to get out another edition of his tract on “Ty- ranny and Total Abstinence.” And then another to Tom’s Aunt Polly. The truly noble nature of the manâ€"or rather the Christianâ€"so humble that he was willing to accept rebuke from the lowliest, shone out in this letter. It was remorseful, tender and reverent, expressing gratitude that she had been brave enough to come to him with the truth, and sorrow that his influence had aught to do with the griefthat shadowed her life. The next duty before him was to write notes to nine young men m'viting them to meet at his house the next evening, “to confer upon a matter ofimuortance to themselves and him.” While his brain was thus clear and his heart uplifted, what better time to write something on this subject which had taken complete possession of him, for his Sabbath morning sermon. His' sermon was already prepared, but to preach it now was out of the question. So he wrote hour after hour like one inspired, feeling in his rapt mood neither fatifrue nor drowsiness. The (lawn was bre 1kiu<r when he finished, and, casting himself on the lounge, he slept peacefully until awakened by the breakfast hell.” “I don’t know what you will say to what I have to tell you," ‘Dr. Carter said to his wife two hours afterward. “It is none of my creating. If I had been told last week that I should enterttin my pre- sent views upon a certain question I could not have believed it. I have passed through a strange experience, my dear.” no hesitation or shrinking a He arose and dressed himsel , went into his s’udy and shut and locke the door. There he knelt before God, confessed his guilt, and consecrated himself for service in this new work After that he seated himself at his desk and wrote out in bold char-actors a soelmn renunciation of his former views on the liquor traffic, ending with : “I will never taste another drop of any» thing intoxicating I will try to induoe all over whom I have influence to take the same pledge and I will do all in my power to prevent the manufacture and sale af ardent spirits-â€"so help me God.” ‘« 7H W69 IS me if I preach lint this ALL KINDS OF PRINTING AT CITY PRICES. WATGHMAN, 50 CENTS PER. ANNUM. HHHHHW HHEULPUM. WHHH. HHHDFUM. ZOHH HHHLPUMU EfiHMHWPHmm wHtPZWm. ammo. Paris Green Pure and Warranted, Goods sold as Cheap as any other place in town. McDonald’s Block. WM. rm White Lead, Oil and Turpentine, Peerless Best 2:9 - ' LA. chine Oil, Glass, Putty, Whiting, and Varnislzes, Cultery, Cut Wrought Finishing Nails, Axes, Spades, Shovels, Forks, Horse Pokes, Churns, Chains, Scythes, Snaths, Rakes and. Handles, Tarboard, Dryboard and Felt Building Paper. PAINTS- the? In Court.â€"-- 21 case noticed that; t e p 65 'V .bsleep. ” But smce there Is no one to hear me, he Went on, musing his voice-â€" “ Pardon,” replied the judge: Waking up with. a start, “ It is precisely because I was listening to you that I fell asleep.” More than you might think until you consider it careful Ix worth a careful c msideration. Mark it The idea of profits will The intention is to g. Boots, Shoes, Slippers, Rubbers. SPOT CASH 0N1. The GOODS must be soid All kinds of Plain and Eancy Job Printing promptly atter dcd to Moccasins and Felt Goods Of Every Variety AWAY DOWN IN PRICE After which date W ILLIAM STREET WA TCH/l/Afl idea of profits will not be a consideration in the 1e intention is to sell everything and turn it into ca never indulged in what is known as BLOWING. 2 this statement is a genuine rock bottom truth. and like Farmers Produce will be and will be buried out of sight on the '7/zk¢z‘z%zg Oflce, will commence to sell my large Stock of J OS. COOPER, DR. CLARKE will bf; office hours at his new of ner of Wellington and ( opposite Ingle Ryley's I LINDSAY 1 in the matter. it into cash. I sold for )1 , and the< ch