The Lights and Shadows of Real Life by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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wine, malt, or cider, unless in sickness, and under the prescription
of a physician.'" Jarvis took the pen in his hand, that trembled so he. could scarcely make a straight mark on paper, and enrolled his name among the hundreds of those, who, like him, had resolved to be men once more. This done, he laid down the quarter of a dollar which he had obtained from his wife, the admission fee required of all who joined the society. As he turned from the tradesman's store, his step was firmer and his head more erect, than, in a sober state, he had carried it for many a day. From thence he proceeded to a hatter's-shop. "Well, Jarvis," was uttered in rather a cool, repulsive tone, as he entered. "Are you not in want of a journeyman, Mr. Warren?" "I don't want you, Jarvis." "If you will give me work, I'll never get drunk again, Mr. Warren." "You've said that too many times, Jarvis. The last time you went off when I was hurried with work, and caused me to disappoint a customer, I determined never to have any thing more to do with you." "But I'll never disappoint you again," urged the poor man earnestly. "It's no use for you to talk to me, Jarvis. You and I are done with |
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