For the Columbian Fountain.
THE REFORMED.
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"Molher, what makes you cry" asked
a little girl of pale emaciated woman, by
whose side she stood, and whose tears stole
unbdden forth as she toiled on with weary
hands and aching heart at the needle. work
which enabled her to exc out scanly SUBJ
sistence for her three small children.


The mother answered not, but her tears
fell faster and yet faster, and the little inno-
cent beside her, with all the simple love Of
her childish nature, placed her little head
in her mothers lap, and burst into tears be-
cause her mother cried she knew not why.


Mary Green, for such was the name of
this now broken-hearted female, in former
and brighter days, had, in an evil hour, be-
come the bride of Thomas Elmore, young
man who, though in possession Of conside-
rable practice as a lawyer, and of most ex-
cellent and amiable disposition, was, rumor
said, rather too much inclined TO '.put an
enemy within his mouth to steal away his
brains," in other words, to the frequent use
as beverage of intoxicating liquor.


The frequent and prolonged absence of
her husband soon after their marriage,
caused her no little uneasiness and pain, yet
whenever suspicion would obtrude itself
upon her thoughts, it was quickly and with
all the confdng love which woman ever
feels, dismissed.


Time passed on. Practice instead of in
srcasine on Emore's hands, as his tai
ents, requirements, and general pop
.ularily would seem to have rendered GER
tain, fell off, He was not to be found at
his office during business hours, and at
length, his poor wife, despite her delermi-
nation not to be convinced, awoke to the
dreadful consciousness that she was the
wife of a drunkard. 4l z. He.." '.a


From that time until the period where
our narrative opens, matters had been daily
getting worse and worse. The house. where
they lived, with It's superb furniture, was
sold to satisfy her husbands creditors, and
she retired to small tenement in an OBJ
scure street, where, by her needle piled
long and wearily, she earned a scanty sub
sistence for herself, her children, and for
him who, had sworn TO Glove and cherish
her" while life should last, but whose mo-
raj sense was now, alas lost in the deep de.
grada,ion which enshrouded him. In he
efforts to maintain her small child !.
received from Der son such .ren, 81
and abilities afforded aid as his al
pend upon his EARLY obliged to d
lad besc own exertions, John Elmo
roc .ome, at the. age Of sixteen, quite
! "Pcisatat his business, and the generos'
SoI,afpImer friend ,,f his father, who enpio