For John's Sake, and Other Stories.Perram, Annie Frances
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For John's Sake, and Other Stories.
Perram, Annie Frances
Short stories, English; Temperance -- Fiction
Finally, Dick had persuaded John to leave his situation, and join him
and his lawless companions in their wild bush life; yet, even there, his
thoughts often reverted to Ruth, and he made up his mind that if she
would only break the silence and tell him she cared as much as ever for
him, he would leave his present surroundings and begin a new life.
Often, when engaged in pursuits new and exciting, or carousing with
companions as degraded as his own brother, the sweet, happy restraints
of the old home life, and the pure face of the woman he loved would rise
before him in vivid contrast, and with an unutterable loathing he would
turn from his present life, and long to be free. Yet he lacked moral
courage to break from his brother's influence; and, as John, in many
ways, proved serviceable to Dick, the latter, by flattery or by threats,
was continually strengthening his hold upon John's weaker nature. So
Dick was rejoiced that Ruth's letter had fallen into his hands, well
knowing that John could never have withstood the temptation it would
have presented to him.
"Any letters from home, Dick?" inquired John of his brother, who sat
before a rough, uncovered table, making heavy inroads upon the
provisions with which it was loaded.
"There's one in my coat," answered Dick, nodding in the direction of his
top-coat, which he had flung aside on entering. John got up and felt in
the pocket, and drew out his mother's letter.
"No other, Dick?"
"No; ain't that enough for you?" was the answer.
John took the letter and went out of the room.
"She is too hard on a fellow, she is; but, oh, Ruthie, if I had you
here, I'd be out of this soon enough!" he said to himself.
Yet, all through the hours of the following night, John laughed as
loudly and drank as deeply as any of the rough men who had been invited
to meet Dick, and listen to the news after his short absence from the
settlement. In the early dawn, the company broke up, and left the log
building, making, as they went to their several homes, the still,
fragrant air resonant with snatches of ribald song and coarse jest.
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