"Quad's odds"; . it m ™1 MS LITTLE ?IS step was unsteady and hishands trembled, and therewas that unmeaning lookin his eves which conieswhen rum has benumbedthe brain. Not thus for once, butit was the same day afterday, and we who hadknown him for years and years—who knew his tenderheart and his many noble traits—grew sad and sought topull him away from the gulf toward which his footstepstended. He listened and promised. He knew that degra-dation and disgrace were before him, and he made a gal-lant struggle to walk in better paths. We were made glad then. The human heart never beatsso pr
"Quad's odds"; . it m ™1 MS LITTLE ?IS step was unsteady and hishands trembled, and therewas that unmeaning lookin his eves which conieswhen rum has benumbedthe brain. Not thus for once, butit was the same day afterday, and we who hadknown him for years and years—who knew his tenderheart and his many noble traits—grew sad and sought topull him away from the gulf toward which his footstepstended. He listened and promised. He knew that degra-dation and disgrace were before him, and he made a gal-lant struggle to walk in better paths. We were made glad then. The human heart never beatsso proudly as when it has sympathized with and encour-aged another heart to do right. We did not taunt himwith his failings, and thereby inflict scars which kindwords would be long effacing; we did not let him knowthat we feared Temptation would overrule his desire to doright, but we trusted him. The tempter waited for him at every turn, clothed inpleasant garb and wearing winning smiles. The tempter 23 24 CLINGING AND HOPING. flattered
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