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"I, Timothy McCabe, hereby pledge my sacred honor not to taste a drop of malt or spirituous liquor, even on the advice of a physician who may declare it necessary to save my life, from the date of the signing of this pledge until the Fourth of July, one thousand nine hundred and seven."
As Tim gathered the meaning of the words on the paper, his eyes expanded; he puckered his lips and emitted a low whistle.
"Do ye mind," he said, looking across the table with his old quizzical expression, "the remark that the governor of North Carliny made to the governor of South Carliny?"
Jeff gravely inclined his head.
"I've heerd of it."
"What do ye s'pose he would have said if the time between drinks was ten years?"
"I've never thought, and don't care."
"He would have died long before the time was up."
"When you left the boys in the diggings you came to Dawson City to spend the worth of that nugget for whiskey. I happened to meet you in time and made you go back with me. You'd been off on sprees a half dozen other times, if I hadn't kept an eye on you. Drink is the enemy that will down you if you don't stop at once. If you'll stay sober for ten years, I'll take the chances after that. Are you going to sign?"
Tim's eyes were fixed on the paper which he held in his hand. He mused loud enough for the listening Jeff to catch every word:
"To sign that means no more headaches and bad health, but a clear brain and a strong body; no more hours of gloom, no weakness of the limbs and p.r.i.c.ks of the conscience; no more breaking the heart of me good old mother in Ireland, but the bringing of suns.h.i.+ne and joy to her in her last days; it means the signing away of me slavery, and the clasping to me heart of the swate boon of liberty; it means the making of mesilf into a man!"
With a firm hand he wrote his name at the bottom of the paper, and flinging down the pen, said:
"With G.o.d's help, that pledge shall be kept."
"Amen," reverently responded Jeff; "there's your check for seventy-five thousand dollars."
THE END.
