My Mother's Gold Ring

GOLD RING. 9 dy could be employed, my best earthly friend, the father of my little children, would become a drunkard. The next morning, after breakfast, 1 ventured to speak with him upon the subject, in a mild way ; and, though 1 could not restrain my tears, neither my words nor my weeping appeared to have any effect, and I saw that he was becoming hardened, and careless of us all. How many winter nights have I waited, weeping alone, at my once happy fireside, listening for the lifting latch, and wishing, yet dreading, to hear his steps at the door! After this state of things had continued, or rather grown worse, for nearly three months, 1 put on my bonnet one morning, after my husband had gone to his work, and went to the Deacon’s store; and, finding him alone, 1 slated my husband’s case, and begged him earnestly to sell him no more. He told me it would do no good, for, if he did not sell it, some other person would sell it; and he doubled if my husband took more than was good for him. He quoted Scripture to show,

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