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The young Recruiting Officer in the Cold


Water Army.


ssCan / get something to drink here ?'' said
tall heavy made man to boy of about four
teen years. The boy paused in the occupa-
ton in which he was engaged, and deliberate
ly surveyed the stranger who had entered the
shop. His beard had been unshaven and his
face unwashed for week or more, Judging
from appearances. His hair was arranged
much as if each particular hair was standing
on end, so far as it could be seen under par
ticularly shabby old hat that looked as if the
writer of this article was very young:


"When that old hat was new?'
There was no coat upon his back, and his pam
falcons and shirt were the merest apologies for
those articles.


''Can get anything to drink here-any-
thing?" repeated the stranger, in an implor-
ing tone; &c for all last night lay upon bale
of hay with a dry cow-hide over me, and some
liquor must have"


"No," said the boy with look full of com
passion, "we can give you nothing to drink,
but we can give you bowl of hot soup and
something to eat. And,'' he continued let
me tell you, it would do you good to go to the
temperance meeting tonight in Wesley Cha
pei, and sign the pledge.''


Temperance meeting? Pledge? What
are they?''


"We have society here called the Cincin-
natl Washingtonian Temperance Society,"
All who join it sign pledge, that they will
drink nothing that can intoxiCate. Hundreds
and thousands have joined, and great many
just such men as you-once drunkards, but
now reformed respectable men. Come here
tonight, and will go with you to Wesley Cha
pei"


The stranger stood as if amazed, there was
so much earnestness, so much benevolence in
the language of this young lad that he SEEM
ed overcome. The tear stood in either eye,