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“But, indeed, Mr. Mason I have quit drinking, and taken the pledge.”

“To break it in three days. Perhaps three hours.”

“Won’t you give me work, Mr. Mason, if I promise to be sober?”

“No! For I would not give a copper for your promises.”

Poor Jarvis, turned away. When he had placed his hand to the pledge, he dreamed not of these repulses and difficulties. He was a good workman, and he thought that any one of his old employers would be glad to get him back again, so soon as they learned of his having signed the total-abstinence pledge. But he had so often promised amendment, and so often broken his promise and disappointed them, that they had lost all confidence in him; at least, the two to whom he had, thus far, made application.

After leaving the shop of Mr. Mason, Jarvis seemed altogether irresolute. He would walk on a few steps, and then pause to commune with his troubled and bewildered thoughts.

“I will try Lankford,” said he, at length, half-aloud; “he will give me work, surely.”

A brisk walk of some ten minutes brought him to the door of a small hatter’s-shop in a retired street. Behind the counter of this shop stood an old man, busily employed in ironing a hat. There was something benevolent in his countenance and manner. As Jarvis entered, he looked up, and a shade passed quickly over his face.

“Good morning, Mr. Lankford,” said Jarvis, bowing, with something like timidity and shame in his manner.

“Are you not afraid to come here, John?” replied the old man, sternly.

“I am ashamed to come, but not afraid. You will not harm me, I know.”

“Don’t trust to that, John. Did you not steal, ay, that is the word–did you not steal from me the last time I employed you?” The old man was stern and energetic in his manner.

“I was so wicked as to take a couple of skins, Mr. Lankford, but I did very wrong, and am willing to repay you for them, if you will give me work. I was in liquor when I did it, and, when in liquor, I have no distinct consciousness of the evil of any action.”

“Give you work, indeed! O, no! John; I cannot give you another chance to rob me.”

“But I will not get drunk any more. And you know, Mr. Lankford, that while I was a sober man, and worked for you, I never wronged you out of a sixpence worth.”

“Won’t get drunk any more! Ah! John, I have lived too long in. the world, and have seen too much, to heed such promises.”

“But I am in earnest, Mr. Lankford. I signed the pledge this morning.”

“You!” in a tone of surprise.

“Yes, I signed it.”

“Ah, John,” after a pause, and shaking his head. incredulously, “I cannot credit your word, and I am sorry for it.”

“If I have signed the pledge, and if I am really determined to be a reformed man, will you give me work, Mr. Lankford!”

The old man thought for a few moments, and then said, half-sorrowfully–

“I am afraid of you, John. You are such an old offender on the score of drunkenness, that I have no confidence in your power to keep the pledge.”

“Then what shall I do!” the poor wretch exclaimed, in tones that made the heart of the old man thrill–for nature and pathos were in them. “Now that I am trying in earnest to do better, no one will give me a word of encouragement, nor a helping hand. Heaven help me!–for I am forsaken of man.”

Mr. Lankford stood thoughtful and irresolute for some moments. At length, he said–

“John, if you will bring me a certificate from Mr. R–, that you have signed the total-abstinence pledge, I will give you another trial. But if you disappoint me again, you and I are done for ever.”

The countenance of Jarvis brightened up instantly. He turned quickly away, without reply, and hurried off to the store of Mr. R–, the secretary of the society he had joined. The certificate was, of course, obtained.