OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER. 53

 

s¢ Tt. was a touching sicht to see them
plodding hopefully on through the new-
fallen snow. It was more touching still, to
listen to their talk by the way, — talk which
_ betrayed so much suffering in the past, and
so much more pl rbable suffering in the
future, yet such patient submission to the
inevitable evils of their lot.

‘¢ Those two delicate children, to have
had such an experience of life as their talk
betrayed! That pale, blue-eyed girl, who
_ should have been the sheltered darling of
‘some happy home, wading through the
storms and the miseries of life. That
manly, earnest boy, with so much capacity
for future usefulness, crushed down and
kept down by the demon of Intemperance.

Oh, what a monster vice to produce results
“like these |