But Mr. Edwards shook her off impatiently, muttering, as he did so,

“Can’t I go where I please?”

“O! yes, father!” urged Mary, drawing up to him again, notwithstanding her repulse.  “But there is going to be a storm, and I wouldn’t go out.”

“Storm!  Nonsense!  That’s only your pretence.  But I’ll be home soon—­long before the rain, if it comes at all.”

And, saying this, Mr. Edwards turned from his daughter and left the house.  As soon as she was alone, Mary sat down and commenced weeping.  There had been sad changes since she was ten years old.  In that time, her father had fallen into habits of intemperance, and not only wasted his substance, but abused his family; and, sadder still, her mother had died broken-hearted, leaving her alone in the world with a drunken father.

The young girl’s trials, under these painful circumstances, were great.  Night after night her father would come home intoxicated, and it was so rare a thing for her to get a kind word from him, that a tone of affection from his lips would move her instantly to tears.  Daily the work of declension went on.  Drunkenness led to idleness, and gradually Mr. Edwards and his child sunk lower and lower in the scale of comfort.  The pleasant home where they had lived for years was. given up, and in small, poorly furnished rooms, in a narrow street, they hid themselves from observation.  After this change, Mr. Edwards moved along his downward way, more rapidly; earning less and drinking more.

Mary grew old fast.  Under severe trials and afflictions, her mind rapidly matured; and her affection for her father, grew stronger and stronger, as she realized more and more fully the dreadful nature and ultimate tendency of the infatuation by which he was led.

At last, in the anguish of her concern, she ventured upon remonstrance.  This brought only angry repulse, adding bitterness to her cup of sorrow.  The appearance of a storm, on the evening to which we have alluded, gave Mary an excuse for urging her father not to go out.  How her remonstrance was received has been seen.  While the poor girl sat weeping, the distant rolling of thunder indicated the approach of the storm to which she had referred.  But she cared little for it now.  Her father had gone out.  She had spoken of it only with the hope that he might have been induced to remain with her.  Now that he was away, the agitation within was too great to leave any concern for the turbulent elements without.

On leaving his home, Mr. Edwards, who had not taken any liquor for three or four hours, and whose appetite was sharp for the accustomed stimulus, walked quickly in the direction of a drinking-house where he usually spent his evenings.  On entering, he found that there was a little commotion in the bar-room.  A certain individual, not over friendly to landlords, had intruded himself; and, his character being known, the inmates were disposed to have a little sport with him.