desirous to attend the temperance meeting.

Case number two, Tim Tyler? Not yet, but--Will Somers! Ah, that was sad.
If you could have seen Aunt Stanshy, you would have thought it was the
saddest thing in the world.

"O, Miss Barry," said Aunt Stanshy, bursting into tears, "I'm awful afraid
I made an idol of that young man--so nice, you know. I've seen my idols
break one after the other. I shouldn't have said a word about it, but he
was seen on the street, and it became town talk, and it's all out and
round. Dreadful, dreadful!"

"It is, and I'm afraid my uncle is responsible. It is bad every way. There
is need of a temperance work here. We are all asleep," replied Miss Barry,
who was calling at Aunt Stanshy's, the two women opening their hearts to
one another during the call. Dr. Tilton was responsible for Will Somers's
fall. One day, when Will was complaining of an ill feeling, the apothecary
had proffered wine as a remedy, and had offered it several times when he
was tired, and Will had fallen under the influence of a seemingly innocent
ally. People began to talk about Dr. Tilton and his clerk. Then they began
to shun the store. Not all, though, for a line of red noses and trembling
hands and unsteady knees filed into the store, and not the sick people
sent orders, but old topers frequented the place more and more. Dr. Tilton
noticed the change, and was alarmed. Still he did not change that habit of
taking "only a glass." Will Somers was unhappy. He saw his mistake, and
knew that the community frowned upon him. He rarely whistled now. As for
the musical instrument he once loved to perform upon, it was a silent
piece of furniture. He had some fine qualities of character, and his
vulnerable side was his susceptibility to outside influence. The enemy had
found a weak wall on that side of his character, and there successfully