Identifier: platformechoesor00goug (find matches)
Title: Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Gough, John B. (John Bartholomew), 1817-1886 Abbott, Lyman, 1835-1922
Subjects: Temperance
Publisher: Hartford, Conn., A.D. Worthington & co.
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f the window, In the street, amid broken glass, blood, andmire, they found him, broken and bruised, his poor spiritfluttering against the bars of the crippled body. They tookhim up and laid him upon his bed. They lifted the heavy,steaming hair from his brow, and wiped the blood from hisface and month. Delirium was now gone. His face waspale as ashes. He clenched his lingers as if lie wouldpress tlie nails into the flesh, his lip curled over his whiteteeth in the agonies of death, and his eyes glared upon hiscompanions with the ferocity of a tiger as he said. Oh. whydid you not hold me? Curse ye, why did you not hold me?Why did they not hold him? It was too late : the demon ofdrink had full possession of him, and no mortal power couldhave held him then. But when, as a buy. he stood at hismothers side and looked in Ian (.\rc with his bright blueeye, why did not she hold him? When, as a boy, he sat on hisfathers knee, with his arm around his neck, and his face laid ■J. ^p ~ ■ I ~§-K
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A WIFES DEVOTION. 191 to his cheek, in Gods name why did not he hold him ?From what? From that which no physician would dare tosay was beneficial for a healthy child. I know a gentleman who married a sweet and lovely girl.She was very devoted to him, and when she discovered hisdissipated habits she endeavored to shield him. When he stayed out at night shewould send the servants tobed, while she waited andwatched for him ; and then,in her night-dress, and apair of slippers on her feet,she would glide down verygently and let him in. Onenight he came home late.The servants were in bed.The house had a front door,then a marble vestibule, andthen an inner door. Sheopened the one, steppedupon the cold marble, andopened the outer door.The drunken husband en-tered, seized her by theshoulders, swung her round,opened the inner door, quickly passed through, and locked itbefore his wife could enter; she would not speak or cry out,lest she should disgrace her husband before the servants. Inthe morn

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