Long and loud rang all the church bells of Barton on a certain summer evening twenty years ago. It was not a Sunday evening, for during an accidental lull1 there was heard, afar off yet distinctly, the unsanctified notes of the mail-carrier’s horn. And yet the doors of the village stores, which usually stood invitingly2 open until far into the night, were now tightly closed, while the patrons of the several drinking-shops of Barton congregated3 quietly within the walls of their respective sources of inspiration, instead of forming, as was their usual wont4, lively groups on the sidewalk.
The truth was, Barton was about to indulge in a[2] monster temperance meeting. The “Sons of Temperance,” as well as the “Daughters” and “Cadets” thereof, the “Washingtonians,” the “Total Abstinence Society,” and all various religious bodies in the village had joined their forces for a grand demonstration5 against King Alcohol. The meeting had been appropriately announced, for several successive Sundays, from each pulpit in Barton; the two school-teachers of Barton had repeatedly informed their pupils of the time and object of the meeting; the “Barton Register” had devoted6 two leaders and at least a dozen items to the subject; and a poster, in the largest type and reddest ink which the “Register” office could supply, confronted one at every fork and crossing of roads leading to and from Barton, and informed every passer-by that Major Ben Bailey, the well-known champion of the temperance cause, would address the meeting, that the “Crystal Spring Glee Club” would sing a number of stirring songs, and that the Barton Brass7 Band had also been secured for the evening. The only inducement which might have been lacking was found at the foot of the poster, in the two words, “Admittance Free.”
No wonder the villagers crowded to the Methodist[3] Church, the most commodious8 gathering-place in the town. Long before the bells had ceased clanging the church was so full that children occupying full seats were accommodatingly taken on the laps of their parents, larger children were lifted to the window-sills, deaf people were removed from the pews to the altar steps, and chairs were brought from the various residences and placed in the aisles10. Outside the church, crowds stood about near the windows, while more prudent11 persons made seats of logs from the woodpile which the country members of the congregation had already commenced to form against the approaching winter.
A sudden hush12 of the whispering multitude ushered13 in the clergy14 of Barton, and, for once, the four reverend gentlemen really seemed desirous of uniting against a common enemy instead of indulging in their customary quadrangular duel15. Then, amid a general clapping of hands, the members of the Crystal Spring Glee Club filed in and took reserved seats at the right of the altar; while the Barton Brass Band, announced by a general shriek16 of “Oh!” from all the children present, seated themselves on a raised platform on the left.
Squire17 Tomple, the richest and fattest citizen of[4] the town, was elected chairman, and accepted with a benignant smile. Then the Reverend Timotheus Brown, the oldest pastor18 in the village, prayed earnestly that intemperance19 might cease to reign20. Squire Tomple then called on the band for some instrumental music, which was promptly21 given and loudly applauded, after which the Crystal Spring Glee Club sang a song with a rousing chorus. Then there was a touching22 dialogue between a pretended drunkard and his mother, in which the graceless youth was brought to a knowledge of the error of his ways, and moved to make a very full and grammatical confession23. Then the band played another air, and the Glee Club sang “Don’t you go, Tommy,” and there was a tableau24 entitled “The First Glass,” and another of “The Drunkard’s Home,” after which the band played still another air. Then a member of the Executive Committee stepped on tiptoe up to the chairman and whispered to him, and the chairman assumed an air of dignified25 surprise, edged expectantly to one side of his chair, and finally arose suddenly as another member of the Executive Committee entered the rear door arm-in-arm with the great Major Ben Bailey himself.
The committee-man introduced the Major to the[5] chairman, who in turn made the Major acquainted with the reverend clergy; the audience indulged in a number of critical and approving glances and whispers, and then the chair announced that the speaker of the evening would now instruct and entertain those there present. The speaker of the evening cleared his throat, took a swallow of water, threw his head back, thrust one hand beneath his coat-tails, and opened his discourse26.
He was certainly a very able speaker. He explained in a few words the nature of alcohol, and what were its unvarying effects upon the human system; proved to the satisfaction and horror of the audience, from reports of analyses and from liquor-dealers’ handbooks, that most liquors were adulterated, and with impure27 and dangerous materials; explained how the use of beer and light wines created a taste for stronger liquors; showed the fallacy of the idea that liquor was in any sense nutritious28; told a number of amusing stories about men who had been drunk; displayed figures showing how many pounds of bread and meat might be bought with the money spent in the United States for liquor, how many comfortable homes the same money would build, how many suits of clothing it[6] would pay for, how many churches it would erect29, and how soon it would pay the National Debt (which in those days was foolishly considered large enough to be talked about). Then, after drawing a touching picture of the drunkard’s home, and dramatically describing the horrors of the drunkard’s death, the gallant30 Major made an eloquent31 appeal to all present to forsake32 forever the poisonous bowl, and dropped into his seat amid a perfect thunder of applause.
The lecture had been a powerful one; it was evident that the speaker had formed a deep impression on the minds of his hearers, for when the pledge was circulated, men and women who never drank snatched it eagerly and appended their names, some parents even putting pencils into baby fingers, and with devout33 pride helping34 the little ones to trace their names. Nor were the faithful alone in earnestness, for a loud shout of “Bless the Lord!” from Father Baguss, who was circulating one of the pledges, attracted attention to the fact that the document was being signed by George Doughty35, Squire Tomple’s own book-keeper, one of the most promising36 young men in Barton, except that he occasionally drank. Then the list of names taken in[7] the gallery was read, and it was ascertained37 that Tom Adams, who drove the brick-yard wagon38, and whose sprees were mighty39 in length and magnitude, had also signed. Half a dozen men hurried into the gallery to congratulate Tom Adams, and so excited that gentleman that he took a pledge and a pencil, went into the crowd outside the church, and soon returned with the names of some of the heaviest drinkers in town.
The excitement increased. Cool-headed men—men who rarely or never drank, yet disapproved40 of binding41 pledges—gave in their names almost before they knew it. Elder Hobbedowker moved a temporary suspension of the circulation of the pledges until the Lord could be devoutly42 thanked for this manifestation43 of his grace; then the good elder assumed that his motion had been put and carried, and he immediately made an earnest prayer. During the progress of the prayer the leader of the band—perhaps irreverently, but acting44 under the general excitement—brought his men to attention, and the elder’s “Amen” was drowned in the opening crash of a triumphal march. Then the Glee Club sang “Down with Rum,” but were brought to a sudden stop by the chairman, who excused himself by[8] making the important announcement that their fellow-citizen, Mr. Crupp, who had been a large vender45 of intoxicating46 beverages47, had declared his intention to abandon the business forever. The four pastors48 shook hands enthusiastically with each other; while, in response to deafening49 cheers, the heroic Crupp himself was thrust upon the platform, where, with a trembling voice and a pale though determined50 face, he reaffirmed his decision. Old Parson Fish hobbled to the front of the pulpit, straightened his bent51 back until his mien52 had at once some of the lamb and the lion about it, and, raising his right hand authoritatively53, started the doxology, “Praise God from whom all blessings54 flow,” in which he was devoutly and uproariously joined by the whole assemblage. This done, the people, by force of habit, waited a moment as if expecting the benediction55; then remembering it was not Sunday, they broke into a general and very enthusiastic chat, which ceased only when the sexton, who was a creature of regular habits, announced from the pulpit that the oil in the lamps would last only a few minutes longer, and that he had promised to be at home by ten o’clock.
Squire Tomple took the arm of the penitent[9] Crupp and appropriated him in full. There was a great deal to Squire Tomple besides avoirdupois, and when thoroughly56 aroused, his enthusiasm was of a magnitude consistent with his size. Besides, Squire Tomple was in the habit of having his own way, as became the richest man in Barton, and he appropriated Mr. Crupp as a matter of course. With Mr. Crupp on his arm and the great cause in his heart, he appeared to himself so fully57 the master of the situation that the foul58 fiend of drunkenness seemed conquered forever, and the Squire swung his cane59 with a triumphal violence which seriously threatened the safety of the villagers in front of and behind him.
The Squire held his peace while surrounded by the home-going crowd, as rightly became a great man; but when he had turned into the street in which Mr. Crupp lived, he said, with due condescension60,
“Crupp, you’ve done the right thing; you might have done it sooner, but you can do a great deal of good yet.”
The ex-rumseller quietly replied,
“Yes, if I’m helped at it.”
“Helped? Of course you’ll be helped, if you[10] pray for it. You’ve repented61; now address the throne of grace, and——”
“Yes, I know,” interrupted Mr. Crupp. “I’m not entirely62 unacquainted with the Lord, if I have sold rum. You know his sun shines on the just and the unjust, and I’ve had a good share of it. It’s help from men that I want, and am afraid that I can’t get it.”
“Why, Crupp,” remonstrated63 the Squire, “you must have made something out of your business, if it is an infernal one.”
“I don’t mean that,” replied Mr. Crupp, a little tartly64. “You’ve been on your little drunks when you were young, of course?”
The Squire almost twitched65 Mr. Crupp off the sidewalk, as he exclaimed, with righteous indignation,
“I never was drunk in my life.”
“Oh!” said the convert. “Well, some have, and pledges won’t quiet an uneasy stomach, no way you can fix ’em. Them that never drank are all right, but the drinking boys that signed to-night’ll be awful thirsty in the morning.”
“Well,” said the Squire, “they must pray, and act like men.”
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“Some of ’em don’t believe in prayin’, and some of ’em can’t act like men, because ’tisn’t in ’em. There’s men that seem to need whisky as much as they need bread; leastways, they don’t seem able to do without it.”
“If I’d been you, and believed that, Crupp,” replied the Squire, with noticeable coolness and deliberation, “I wouldn’t have signed the pledge; that is, I wouldn’t have stopped selling liquor.”
“P’r’aps not,” returned the ex-rumseller; “but with me it’s different. There’s some men that b’lieves that sellin’ a woman a paper of pins, and measurin’ out a quart of tar9 for a farmer, is small business, an’ beneath ’em, but they stick to it. Now I believe I’m too much of a man to sell whisky, so I’ve stopped.”
The Squire took the rebuke66 in silence; however much his face may have flushed, there were in Barton no tell-tale gas-lamps to make his discomfort67 visible. The Squire had grown rich as a vender of the thousand little things sold in country stores; he had many a time declared that storekeeping was a dog’s life, and that he, Squire Tomple, was everybody’s nigger—but he made no attempt to change his business.
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“What I mean,” continued Mr. Crupp, “by needin’ help, is this: I know just about how much every drinkin’ man in town takes, an’ when he takes it, an’ about when he gets on his sprees. Now, if there’s anybody to take an interest in these fellows at such times, they’re going to have plenty of chances mighty soon.”
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