Washington telegraph., 1849-11-28

fulIunl, drunk ana 1allln uOWu. never
was so before. The worlds a-turnin'
over-and-over.. Oh, Lord! Charley
Stone got me into it! What wiW Sally
say eff she hears it-oh, Lord"
''That thar feller,' said the Captain to
himself, sis the victim of vice. wonder
eff he's got any money! and the Captain
continued his soliloquy inaudibly.
Poor Mr.. Pullum, after much tumbIing
about, and sundry repetitions of his fall,
at length contrived to get into bed, in a
room adjoining that occupied by the Cap
tain, and only separated from it by thin
partition. The sickening effects of his
debauch increased, and the dreadful nau-
sea was likely to cause him to make both a
"clean breast" and clean stomach.
I'm very-very-oh, Lord.-drunk.
Oh me, is this John P. Pullum that-good
heavens! I IL fant-married Sally Rugby.
oh. oh!
Here the poor fellow got out of bed
and poking his head through vacant
square in the window sash, began his
eJaculatons of supper and of grief
"Ah! I'm so weak!-woul6n't have
w-owh-wha-oh, Lord. to
hear of it for hundred dollars She said
its comm wh-ogh-who--
o-o-gracious Lord. how sick!-she said
when she agreed for me to sell the cotton,
Il be certain--oh, Lord, | believe Il
die" tE
The inebriate fell back on his bed, al
most fainting, and Capt. Suggs thought
he'd try and experiment.
"You're a liar! You didn't marry wild
ow Rugby-you re some id thief tryin'
to pass yourself off for something f
"Who am | then, if amt John P.
Pullum that married the widow, Sally
Rugby, Tom Rugby's widow, old Bill
Stearns only daughter! Oh, lord. if it
amt me, who is it? Where's Charley
he tell if it is John P. Pull
lum?"
'.No it amt you, you lynn swindler-
you amt got dollar in the woodland
never married no rich widow" said Snggs
still Disgusting his voice.
ri did--I'l be id eff I didn't
know it now-Sally Rugby with the red
head-all the boys said married her for
her money, but it's a-oh lord, I'm sick
a again augh."
Mr.. Pullum continued his maudlin
Tx, half asleep, half awake, for some
time; and all the while Captain Suggs
was busy analysing the man--conJectur-
ing his precise circutnstance--his family
relatons-the probable state of his purse
and the like.
s'It's plain case," he unused, "that
this feller married red-head9d widow
for her money-no man ever married
SIGH for anything else. It's plain apin,
she's got the property settled upon her, or
fixed some way, for he talked about
her "agreein' for him to sell the cotton.
I'll bet that he's the new feller that's
dropped in down thar by Tallassee, that
Charley Stone used to know. And I'll
bet he's been down to Wetumpka to sell
the cotton-got on bust thar-and now's
on another here. He's afraid of his wife,
too; least ways, his voice trimbled like it,
when he called her red-headed Pulum.
Pullum. Pull-um'' Here Suggs studied
surely Talbot county name
I'LL ventur' on it; any how
Having reached a conclusion, the Cap
tain turned over in bed, and composed
himself to sleep.
At nine o'clock the next morning the
bar-room of the Union contained only
Dennis and our friend, the Captain
Breakfast was over, and most of the tenn
porary occupants of the tavern were on
the public square. Captain Suggs was
watching Mr.. Pullam, who had not yet
come down to breakfast.
At length an uncertain step was heard
on the stairway, and a young man, whose
face showed indisputable evidence of
frolic on the previous night, descended.
His eyes were boodshot, and his express
sion was a mingled one Of shame and
fear.
Captain Suggs walked up to him as
he entered the bar-room, gazed at his face
earnestly, and slowly placing his hand on
his shoulder, as slowly, and with stern
said
e-is--Pullum.'
IL know ii is, said the young man.
"Come this way, them" said Suggs,
pulling his victim out into the street, and
still gazing at him with the look of Il
stern but afectionate parent. Turning
to Dennis as they went out, he said
"Have a cup of coffee ready for this young
man in fifteen minutes. and his horse by
the time he's done drinking it"
Mr.. Pullum looked confounded, but
said nothing, and he and the Captain
walked over to vacant blacksmith shop,
across the street, where they could be
free from observation. 3ltgaH
"You are from Wetumky last, )" remark
ed Suggs. with severity, and as if his
words charged crime.
"What if am?'' replied Pullum, with
an effort to appear bold. .sllfa
"What's cotton WORTH" asked the
with an almost irnneroe ntih bile