liquor, there was a heightened color on her face, in which I
fancied that I saw a tinge of shame. It is certain that she was
not in the least gracious to the person on whom she was waiting;
and that there was little heart in her manner of performing the
task.

Ten o'clock found me alone and musing in the barroom over the
occurrences of the evening. Of all the incidents, that of the
entrance of Joe Morgan's child kept the most prominent place in my
thoughts. The picture of that mournful little face was ever before
me; and I seemed all the while to hear the word "Father," uttered
so touchingly, and yet with such a world of childish tenderness.
And the man, who would have opposed the most stubborn resistance
to his fellow-men, had they sought to force him from the room,
going passively, almost meekly out, led by that little child--I
could not, for a time, turn my thoughts from the image thereof!
And then thought bore me to the wretched home, back to which the
gentle, loving child had taken her father, and my heart grew faint
in me as imagination busied itself with all the misery there.

And Willy Hammond. The little that I had heard and seen of him
greatly interested me in his favor. Ah! upon what dangerous ground
was he treading. How many pitfalls awaited his feet--how near they
were to the brink of a fearful precipice, down which to fall was
certain destruction. How beautiful had been his life-promise! How
fair the opening day of his existence! Alas! the clouds were
gathering already, and the low rumble of the distant thunder
presaged the coming of a fearful tempest. Was there none to warn
him of the danger? Alas! all might now come too late, for so few
who enter the path in which his steps were treading will hearken