eir families. One leading man whom he met, enumerated five
of his acquaintances, who, once noble men, are now to be
called drunkards through wine. He thinks that the production
of the article, now fearfully on the increase, must become a
curse to the whole land if persevered in.

"In going through the wine growing regions he found it
expected, as an act of politeness, that wine must everywhere
be presented and drank, and if he consented at all to drink,
he would be compelled to drink many times a day, and would
become a wine toper with others. He declared that touch not,
taste not, handle not the accursed thing, was the only rule
of safety.

"He said if each grape grower would grow only the raisin
grape for sale, there would be no end to the profitable
disposal of all which he could ever produce without sin or
danger to any one.

"I remarked that European travellers told us that very few
drank to intoxication in those places where wine was made
from the pure juice of the grape, and it was generally
supposed that the manufacture of pure domestic wine in this
country would do away almost entirety with intemperance.

"In answer, he read us a letter which he had just received
from his friend, a well known resident of this city now in
France. It contained a flat contradiction of the statements
to which I had alluded, and drew a dark picture of the
intemperance in the wine producing districts of France and
Germany. In fact, it was a radical plea--as Daddy would
say--'agin the hull infarnel stuff.'"

CHAPTER XXXVII.

ANOTHER DEATH IN THE OLD BROWN HOUSE.

It was late in the month of December when Little Wolf received from
Mrs. Tinknor the following sad account of the Death Angel's visit to
the old brown house:

"My dear child:

What I am about to write will give you great pain, for I know
how dearly you loved poor old Daddy, and how it will grieve
you to hear that you will never see him again in this world.
He died on the morning of the fifteenth, after a short
illness of ten days.

"Tom had been down on a visit and returned saying that Daddy
was complaining of rheumatic pains, and he was much worse the
day he left, and his wife was much concerned about him. As
Tom urged it, I went down hoping to cheer up the old couple.

"When I arrived I found Dad