JIM BRADDOCK'S PLEDGE.
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When all was quiet, and the mother sal
down to wait for her husbands return, a
feeling of deep despondency came over her
mind. Ithad been dark for an hour, and
yet he had not come home. She could i'm
agine no reason for this, other than the one
that had kept him out SO often before
drinking and company. Thus she continu-
ed to sit, hour after hour, the supper un-
tasted. Usually, her evenings were spent
in some kind of work--in mending her
children's clothes, or knitting them stock
inps. But now she had no heart to do any
thing. The state of gloomy uncertainty
that she was in, broke down her spirits
for the time being


Bedtime came; and still Braddock was
away. She waited an hour later than usual,
and then retired, sinking back on her pillow
as she did so, in state of hopeless exhaus-
ton Of mind and body.


In the meantime, her husband had spent
merry evening at Harry Arnold's, drinking
with more than his accustomed freedom.
He was the last to 90 home, the thought Of
meeting his deceived and injured wife,
causing him to linger. When he did leave.
it was past eleven o'clock. Though more
than half intoxicated on going from the
grog shop, the cool night air sobered him
considerably before he got home. Arrived
there, he paused with his hand on the doo
sometime, reluctant to enter. At last h
opened the door, and went quietly in, in tn
hope ofgetting up to bed without his wifi
discovering his condition. The third ste
into the room brought his foot in contac


with chair, and over he went jarring tn