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There were two or three customers in the bar besides Leslie, to whom this was addressed; and all of them, in spite of the landlord’s angry and sneering countenance, treated the stranger with attention and respect. Seeing this, Jenks could not restrain himself; so, coming from behind his bar, he advanced to his side, and, laying his hand quite rudely on his shoulder, said, in a peremptory manner,–

“See here, my friend! If you are about making a temperance lecture, you can adjourn to the Town Hall or the Methodist Chapel.”

The stranger moved aside a pace or two, so that the hand of Jenks might fall from his person, and then said, mildly,–

“There must be something wrong here if a man may not speak in praise of water without giving offense.”

“I said you could adjourn your lecture!” The landlord’s face was now fiery red, and he spoke with insolence and passion.

“O, well, as you are president of the meeting, I suppose we must let you exercise an arbitrary power of adjournment,” said the stranger, good-humoredly. “I didn’t think any one had so strong a dislike for water as to consider its praise an insult.”

At this moment a child stepped into the bar-room. Her little face was flushed, and great beads of perspiration were slowly moving down her crimson cheeks. Her step was elastic, her manner earnest, and her large, dark eyes bright with an eager purpose. She glanced neither to the right nor the left, but walking up to the landlord, lifted to him her sweet young face, and said, in tones that thrilled every heart but his,–

“Please, Mr. Jenks, don’t sell papa any more liquor!”

“Off home with you, this instant!” exclaimed Jenks, the crimson of his face deepening to a dark purple. As he spoke, he advanced towards the child, with his hand uplifted in a threatening attitude.

“Please don’t, Mr. Jenks,” persisted the child, not moving from where she stood, nor taking her eyes front the landlord’s countenance. “Mother says, if you wouldn’t sell him liquor, there’d be no trouble. He’s kind and good to us all when he doesn’t drink.”

“Off, I say!” shouted Jenks, now maddened beyond self-control; and his hand was about descending upon the little one, when the stranger caught her in his arms, exclaiming, as he did so, with deep emotion,–

“God bless the child! No, no, precious one!” he added; “don’t fear him. Plead for your father–plead for your home. Your petition must prevail! He cannot say nay to one of the little ones, whose angels do always behold the face of their Father in heaven. God bless the child!” added the stranger, in a choking voice. “O, that the father, for whom she has come on this touching errand, were present now! If there were anything of manhood yet left in his nature, this would awaken it from its palsied sleep.”

“Papa! O, papa!” now cried the child, stretching forth her hands. In the next moment she was clinging to the breast of her father, who, with his arms clasped tightly around her, stood weeping and mingling his tears with those now raining from the little one’s eyes.

What an oppressive stillness pervaded that room! Jenks stood subdued and bewildered, his state of mental confusion scarcely enabling him to comprehend the full import of the scene. The stranger looked on wonderingly, yet deeply affected. Quietly, and with moist eyes, the two or three drinking customers who had been lounging in the bar, went stealthily out; and the landlord, the stranger and the father and his child, were left the only inmates of the room.

“Come, Lizzie, dear! This is no place for us,” said Leslie, breaking the deep silence. “We’ll go home.”

And the unhappy inebriate took his child by the hand, and led her towards the door. But the little one held back.

“Wait, papa; wait!” she said. “He hasn’t promised yet. O, I wish he would promise!”

“Promise her, in Heaven’s name!” said the stranger.