I hear some talk of a League, and
what I say is, if it's a League out and out against whisky, a Total
Abstinence right to the ground, then I'm with it--that's my talk--I move
we make that kind of League.'
Nixon sat down amid cheers and a chorus of remarks, 'Good man!' 'That's
the talk!' 'Stay with it!' but he waited for the smile and the glance
that came to him from the beautiful face in the corner, and with that he
seemed content.
Again there was silence. Then the secretary rose with a slight flush
upon his handsome, delicate face, and seconded the motion. If they would
pardon a personal reference he would give them his reasons. He had come
to this country to make his fortune; now he was anxious to make enough
to enable him to go home with some degree of honour. His home held
everything that was dear to him. Between him and that home, between him
and all that was good and beautiful and honourable, stood whisky. 'I am
ashamed to confess,' and the flush deepened on his cheek, and his lips
grew thinner, 'that I feel the need of some such league.
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