The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1851-06-04

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ally bought the cheapest. The neighbors
looked upon her as a woman of doubtful
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Such was the situation and character oi
Tom and his vile when he visited the lair
of loafers to which have alluded. There
he found some of his old comrades, who
treated him until he become quite intoxi-
Gated Drunk as he was, he determined
to "blow sky high" the man who refused
to trust him for a glass of rum. So he
turned his face towards the tavern, and
reeled along like man endeavoring to
walk on both sides Of the street at the same
time. 1t was past midnight when he reach.
ed the door he had darkened too frequent.
ly for his own welfare. f.
Bang! bang! bang! wenthis feet and fists
against the door. ff..I .A VI
"Who is there!" inquired the bar tender,
who had just put out the light and thrown
| himself in the bunk to rest.
Bang! bang! bangt was the answer.
The landlord, hearing the noise, jumped
out of the bed and ran down stares. By
the time he reached the bar-room, his man
had lit the lamp. and they both walked to
the door. When it was opened, judge OF
their surprise and indignation at behold.
ing the fiery face of Tom Long.
"What do you want. you lazy, drunken
vagabond!" inquired the indignant land.
lord.
Something to drink--my throat is on
fire."
"You cannot get drop here for love nor
money, so be off"
"Give me glass OF rum, or | will split
your door into kndlng wood"
"Leave this place Immediately, or will
send you to place warmer than the West
Indies, was the indignant response.
"Trust me for glass of liquor" As
he said these words he pushed forward to
enter the bar.room, when the landlord
thurst him back with such violence no
lost his balance and fell upon the curb
stone.
The door was shut and bolted, though
they had the curiosity to draw the crimson
curtain aside to see if Tom got up and
went off or not; but when they saw stream
OF blood flowing from his wounded head,
and the moveless, if not lifeless, form oi
Tom on the sidewalk, they began to fear
they might be taken up for manslaughter.
AT all events they were determined not to
have such sign in front Of their house,
and consequently the landlord requested
the bartender to 60 out and ascertain
whether Tom was dead or alive. The
man soon returned with face pale as pill
low-case, and reported that Tom was dead
as stone.
"Then," said the liquor seller, "we must
put our wits to work and remove the corpse,
or we shall have to swing for it. Do
you know where his wife lives?"
"Oh, yes; she does my washing and
mending, and pay her in whisky"
"Well, will put the dead body on your
back, and guide you through the dark lane
and blind alley that leads to her house.
Then you drop him gently on the door.
step, and we will return in another way in
double quick time.'
The journeyman maker of slings and ju-
leps trudged along with his burden, and
laid it according TO directions on the door
step, with the back against the door. As
there was light burning at the window,
both man and master made no unnecessa-
ry delay, but returned to the tavern as
speedily as possible.
A wretched libertine was at the house
Of Mrs. Long, and when he heard the noise
below, he walked down stairs with light
in hand to see what occasioned it. Mrs.
Long accompanied her miserable visitor,
and when the door was opened, the disig.
ured and bleeding body of poor Tom fell
into the hall.
"The beast is drunk again, and has been
fightng," remarked the amiable spouse.
"He is as dead as hammer" said Ned
Blower, the wretch who opened the door,
"and we shall be charged with killing him
unless we conceal the corpse"
"Dead is he? Ialways thought it would
come to that!" said the scottish woman, who
was too drunk to realize what she said, or
what was said to her.
"One or two Of my cronies saw me en-.
ter tnlS court, anu 1 Slldll Ue dTTcSteu as
murderer, tomorrow, unless dispose Of
this dead body. will wrap it up in an
old blanket, and carry it on my shoulders
to the Sailors Home," near the wharf,
where Tom has been drinking all day
Mum is the word. You must never know
anything about the matter. We are limo.
cent Of this mans blood, but circumstances
are against u.s."
Ned was a stout, broad-shouldered man
in the prime Of life, and he picked up the
body and left it at the door Of the porter.
house. He raped at the door and then
ran as though the black gentleman who
keeps the fire Office had pursued him.
The greasy old man and several of his
guests were in the room playing cards and
drinking rum, when they were startled by
the loud rap at the door. When it was
opened, they recognized Tom, whom they
supposed to be asleep. "Shake him: awake
and lift him in" said old fatty. No soon