Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western FrontierCornelius, Mary Ann Mann
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Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western Frontier
Cornelius, Mary Ann Mann
Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
Again in the open air, her indisposition was relieved, and she chatted
cheerily, and made herself so agreeable, that her companion really
became quite interested, and, loth to part with her, as they drove up
before her father's house, he proposed to prolong their ride.
"It is early yet," he said, "and your head is so much better in the
open air, would you not like to drive out of the city again for half
an hour?"
"O no, I thank you, Mr. Sherman," she said with a gratified smile,"
"the family are up waiting for me, and I would be happy to have you go
in and see papa. He will treat you to a glass of superior domestic
wine."
Edward went in and drank the wine, and spent a pleasant half hour.
Shortly after leaving he fell in with some friends, who invited him
into another place where choice wines were kept, and he drank again
and yet again, and finally went home quite exhilerated under the
influence of stimulant. He found that his sister had arrived some time
previously, and she and his mother, and the doctor were quietly seated
around the center-table, and had been wondering at his non-arrival.
"Give an account of yourself, loiterer," said Louise, playfully, as he
joined the circle.
"We had a fine time Lou, did we not?" said he patting her cheek.
"O, if by _we_ you mean yourself and Miss Hastings I suppose you did
have a good time, but I did not enjoy myself a bit."
"Not a bit, are you quite sure? I thought I saw you smile very
benignly on a certain young getleman, who objected to your riding with
me."
"An optical dulusion, brother, entirely so, I would have much
preferred to have gone with you."
"Now I'll kiss you for that," said Edward, suiting the action to the
word.
"O Ned, what have you been drinking? Your breath smells of
_something_."
"O, I went in and took a glass of domestic wine with Judge Hastings,"
said Edward carelessly.
Mrs. Sherman instantly took the alarm. "I am afraid," she said, that
these domestic wines create an appetite for more hurtful drinks. Don't
you think so, Edward?"
"Why no, mother. If every family kept a supply of pure domestic wine
in the cellar, and were at liberty to drink when they pleased, there
would, in my opinion, be much less drunkenness than there is at
present. Plenty of pure wine would soon do away with the adulterated
liquors so common in public places and social drinking would become
much more harmless than it is at present. I would advise you, mother,
to keep up a vigorous correspondence with Recta on the subject, about
currant time next summer, for it is getting quite fashionable to
manufacture your own wines."
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