The man, warming with his theme, had spoken with an eloquence I had not expected from his lips.  Slightly overmastered by his feelings, he paused for a moment or two, and then added: 

“It was unfortunate for Joe, at least, that Slade sold his mill, and became a tavern-keeper; for Joe had a sure berth, and wages regularly paid.  He didn’t always stick to his work, but would go off on a spree every now and then; but Slade bore with all this, and worked harder himself to make up for his hand’s shortcoming.  And no matter what deficiency the little store-room at home might show, Fanny Morgan never found her meal barrel empty without knowing where to get it replenished.

“But, after Slade sold his mill, a sad change took place.  The new owner was little disposed to pay wages to a hand who would not give him all his time during working hours; and in less than two weeks from the day he took possession, Morgan was discharged.  Since then, he has been working about at one odd job and another, earning scarcely enough to buy the liquor it requires to feed the inordinate thirst that is consuming him.  I am not disposed to blame Simon Slade for the wrong-doing of Morgan; but here is a simple fact in the case—­if he had kept on at the useful calling of a miller, he would have saved this man’s family from want, suffering, and a lower deep of misery than that into which they have already fallen.  I merely state it, and you can draw your own conclusions.  It is one of the many facts, on the other side of this tavern question, which it will do no harm to mention.  I have noted a good many facts besides, and one is, that before Slade opened the ‘Sickle and Sheaf,’ he did all in his power to save his early friend from the curse of intemperance; now he has become his tempter.  Heretofore, it was his hand that provided the means for his family to live in some small degree of comfort; now he takes the poor pittance the wretched man earns, and dropping it in his till, forgets the wife and children at home who are hungry for the bread this money should have purchased.

“Joe Morgan, fallen as he is, sir, is no fool.  His mind sees quickly yet; and he rarely utters a sentiment that is not full of meaning.  When he spoke of Blade’s heart growing as hard in ten years as one of his old mill-stones, he was not uttering words at random, nor merely indulging in a harsh sentiment, little caring whether it were closely applicable or not.  That the indurating process had begun, he, alas! was too sadly conscious.”

The landlord had been absent from the room for some time.  He left soon after Judge Lyman, Harvey Green, and Willy Hammond withdrew, and I did not see him again during the evening.  His son Frank was left to attend at the bar; no very hard task, for not more than half a dozen called in to drink from the time Morgan left until the bar was closed.