art, Ruth stepped into the moonlight,
and laid her hand on the lips that were profaning the stillness of the
midnight air.

"Oh, John; hush, hush! If master should hear you! Oh, what have you been
doing, my poor boy?" John made but a feeble resistance to the strong
loving hands that drew him into the house.

"Well, I've had a spree, and why mayn't I, with my own brother?" he
said, with an inane smile on his face, as he sank into a chair. Ruth
made no answer, but wrung a towel out of cold water, and bound it around
John's throbbing temples. Then she put the remains of some strong
coffee, which had been sent down from the drawing-room, over the fire.

"Drink it," she said, offering it to him when it was sufficiently
heated.

"It's horrid," said John, shuddering as he tasted the unmilked,
sugarless liquid.

"It will do you good; drink it at once." John obeyed, and Ruth stood
watching the effect of ministrations such as she had so often rendered
in the past to her drinking mother. In a few minutes John rose to his
feet with a sigh.

"I've been a fool to-night, Ruth; but I'll go off to bed, and by morning
I'll be in my right senses," he said.

She lit his candle, and carried it for him to the foot of the attic
stairs, then went to her own room, and till morning light dawned,
resolved endless schemes for preventing the carrying out of John's plans
to go abroad with the brother whose influence had already been so
powerful for evil. Finally, she determined to speak plainly to John, and
tell him she could never consent to follow him if he had anything to do
with Dick, unless he promised to sign the pledge before going away. Then
she fell into a troubled sleep, until it was time to commence another
day's duties.

"I'm desperately ashamed of myself," said John, when alone with Ruth the
next day; "can you find it in your heart to forgive me for costing you
so much pain?"

"Don't talk of forgiveness, John; I shall think nothing of all I have
suffered, if it will only teach you to be careful and avoid drinking
with Dick in the future."

"I promise you he shall never make me forget myself again; and if you
will only trust me, dear, I'll try and hold my head up once more."

"I do trust you, John; but I want you to do what I have done, and
promise faithfully not to touch drink again. If you take only a little,
it may lead to more, as it did last night; but if you can say 'I never
touch it,' you put yourself out of the way