From Wealth to Poverty; Or, the Tricks of the Traffic. A Story of the Drink Curse

e could not fail to realize that it was the home of people of more than ordinary intelligence and culture. They both

ssed under the rod." But suffering had not made them hard and cynical, but richer in grace and goodness, riper, sweeter, mellower.

nts which marked them as above mediocrity, but one after another, just after they had reached manhood and womanhood, they had fallen victims to that insidio

his last surviving son should take the business, but Providence had ordered otherwise, takin

ile a cloud of intense sorrow hung over their home, though they had

t each knew the pregnancy of the other's sorrow from their individual experiences; and by gen

er who had preceded her brother by a few weeks to the grave. And as the mother now engaged in this "labor of love," each plant and flower that received her gentle attention would suggest some tender reco

h, even after she knew she had not long to live, she hoped she would be spared to see bloom. B

d, but I want you, mother, when it opens out its pure white petals and its fragrance perfumes the midnight air to remember I shall be in heaven-among fairer flowers,

ecial favorite, around which such tender memories lingered, the flood-gates of

rited the tendency to the disease which had carried them off so prematurely, seemed to come back to herself, so t

; there seemed to be no outlet to his fee

his wonted health and spirits. But he returned unbenefited, and his wife and friends began to have grave fears for his life. They consulted an eminent physician, who advised him not to give up his business, but to devote to it as much of his attention as his strength would permit; and this advice coinciding with his own judgm

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