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Rev. J. 1. WARD, Assistant Editor.

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fall dimly around, throwing upon her OPP
pressed heart deeper shadow than that
which mantled, like thin veil, the distant
hills and valleys. With heavy sigh, she
was about returning into the house, when
slight noise within caused her to turn
quickly, and with start.


"Back again, safe and sound, old girl"
greeted her glad ear, as the form Of her hus-
band caught her eye, coming in at the back
door


90, JIM" she exclaimed, her heart
bounding with wild, happy, pulsation.--
GLOW glad am to see you!'


And she flung herself into his arms, Civ
ing way, as she did SO, to gush Of Joyful
tears


''And Pm glad enough to see you, too,
Sally! Pve thought about you and the
children all day, and of how much Pve
wronged you. But it's all over now. That
pledge has done it ~ pointing up as he
spoke to his pledge nailed over the mantel-
piece. "Since | signed that, I've not had
the first wish to touch the accursed thing
that has ruined me. Pm free, now, Sally.
Free to do as | please. And that's what
hav'nt been for long time As / told Mr..
Jones, don't care now for all the grog
shops, whiskey bottles, and Harry Arnolds,
from here to sun down.


81 told you it was all nonsense, jim,
about signing away your liberty!" Sally
said, smiling through her tears Of joy.


OF course it was. never was free
before. But now | feel as free as air. /
can 60 in and come out and care no more
for the sight Of a grog shop, than for hay
stack. lean take care of my wife and chill
dren, and be just as kind to them as
please. And that's what couldn't do be-
fore. Huzza for the pledge, say /!


"Blister my feathers if ever drink
another drop of alcohol, or anything that
will make drunk come, sick or well, dead
or alivsD


That evening Jim Braddock sat down
to good supper with smiling wife, and
three children, all cleanly dressed, and
looking as happy as they could be. The
husband and father had not felt so light a
heart bounding in his bosom for years. He
was lree-and felt that he was free to act
as reason dictated-to work for and care
for his household treasures.


Nearly year has passed, and Mr. James
Braddock has built himself neat little
frame house, which is comfortably furnish
ed, and has attached to it well-cultivated
garden. In his parlour, there hangs, over
the mantel-piece, his original pledge, hand
somely framed. Recently in writing to a
friend, he says


You will ask, where did get them ~
This new house, furniture, &C. "I'll tell
you, boy. These are part payment for my
liberty, that signed away. Didn't | sell
it at bargain: But this is not all. I've
got my shop back again, with good run
of custom-am ten years younger than 1
was year ago-have got the happiest
wife and the smartest boy in all creation
and don't care snap for any body! So
now, S. come down here bring your wife,
and all the responsibilities, and I'll tell you
the whole story-but can't write Hw-
rah for Siauery, Good bye!


JIM BRADDocK."


(7o be continued