132 THE: FIRST GLASS OF WINE;

 

the familiar street , below. Very happy waa
his mother, in her good, high-principled son,
as he spoke of these things, and then
sketched his plans for future eens, 3 in a
cheerful, hopeful way. es ee
As they stood there a slight commotion |
in the street attracted their attention. A
| young man came in sicht, who might ‘per=
haps have been a gentleman’s son, but his
slouched hat, disordered dress, and stagver- |
ing gait, made him at once an object of pity
and contempt. <A party of school-boys :
were mimicking his motions, and every now
and then ‘shouting out in tones of deri- ,
‘sion — : |
6< avian Drunkard ! ” |
As the poor fellow turned to shake his _
fist at them in his rage, Clare had a full
view of his face, and notwithstanding the