OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER. 7:

 

ger, it was hard for him to make his way.
Still, he talked hopefully , and said that when
once he sot a start he would make his for-
tune. Ispent as little for myself and the
children as I could, and waited and hoped.

‘6s But still the work did not come, and
| the money went. Added to this, my hus-
band began to go away from us and stay for
days at atime. Still, I never doubted him,
—I would as soon thought of doubting my-
self, ma’am ; but one night, — I shall never
forget how I felt then, —he was brought
home to me drunk.

‘<* That’ was the beginning of my real
troubles. He was dreadfully ashamed when
che came to himself, and promised me that
such a thing should never happen to him
again. But he had formed the habit of it in
his days of idleness, and had got in with

company that was just fitted to ruin him.