The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1856-05-02
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All ewes were turned toward the landlord ;
who now stood behind the bar. lie was
evidently troubled at this turn, and he NOV
Cd uneasily upon his high stool.
"Miko Fingal," spoke the tcamsser' " 90
YOU sell that man rum?"
"Yes, / do" replied the fellow with an
effort. Don't sell you the same when you
call for it?" q.
"But aren't poor drunkard' ana you
know it. That aren't no excuse. Nike
shouldn't think you'd do it."
But when he wants rum, he's bound 70
have It, and If I didn't let him have it,
somebody else would,' the host said.
"Now, that's DID," energctically pur'
sued the teamster. "On the same ground
you might take pistol and go out and rot
folks, because, IL you didn't, somebody else
would. But that isn't here nor there. The
thing is don't see what kind of heart you
can have TO do 1t =" .....r. .#
The conversation was here interrupted by
o sound from the street. The wind was
still blowing madly, and the snow was driv'
ing against the windows, but above the
voice of the storm came the wailing Of some
one in distress. II was surely the cry of a
child for help. We were all upon our feet
in o moment, and the lantern was quickly
lighted. My hat was already on my head
or rather my cap-and i went out with the
rest. All went out but the landlord and
his .wretched customer who occupied the
scttee. 1t was some moments before could
sec at all, the snow come driving in my face
so; but soon managed to turn my head
and then went on. The wind, as it came
sweeping out through the passage to the sta
bic, had piled upa huge bank of snow across
the street, and in this bank we found a fe-
male with child in her arms. She had not
seen the huge barrier Of snow in the dark,
and had got completely fast. She seemed
seemed faint and frozen, but yet she clung
to her child. The man who carried tho Ian
tern held II up to her face. The features
were half covered with snow, but the mo-
mentary glare Of the lantern was sufficient
to reveal to me face Of moro than ordinary
beauty.
"Heayens " uttered the man who low
cred the lantern, and caught the woman by
the arm; "Kate Lockland, is that you?"
But without waiting her reply, he turned to
the rest of us and cried, Here, take
the child, some Of you, and I'll carry the
mother"
The child was quickly taken, and ere many
moments we were back in the bar-rcom
with our burden. The two werc taken
to the FIRE and the snow brushed from them.
Who's them ?" asked the host.
"Only Kate Lockland and her child"
answered the fat man.
"What dye bring 'em in here for?" the
host uttered, angrily. "Why didn't yc
take 'em to your own house, Jim Drake2"
"Cause my house is too far"
The host was coming around the bar, and
his eye was flashing with mingled shame and
anger, but before he got fairly out, the stout
burly teamster who had said 50 much start
cd up.
mike Fingal," he uttered, in tones such
as only man confident of his own physical
powers can command, "don't you put a
finger on that woman. Don't ye do it, Ii
We do it. I'll crush ye as would pizen
spider 4"
Fingal looked the speaker in the eye for
a moment, and then muttering something
about mans having right to do as he
pleased IN his own house, he slank away be-
mind the bar again.
now turned my attention to the woman
and her child. The former was surely not
more than thirty years Of age, and she was
truly beautiful woman-only she was pale
and wan, and her eyes were swollen. She
trembled fearfully, and l could SEQ her boz
som heaye as she tried to check the sobs
that were bursting forth. The child was a
girl about four years old. She clung close
to her mother, and seemed frightened into
q forgctfalness of her cold fingers and feet,
"Kate Lockland, what in heavens name
are you doing out this night9" asked Jim
Drake.
"Oh l was trying to find your own house,
Jim Drake, for knew you'd give me shelter.
But got lost in the esnow. wouldn't have
cried out in front of this place, but my poor
child did. Jim Drake, have ye seen George
o God, have mercy on him! Poor, dear
George! He don't know we are freezing and
in our own home! No fnel-no
food-no-no-"
She stopped and burst into tears, and in o
moment more George Lockland lcaped to his
feet. -.. "
"who called MOP" be cried, gazing
wildly around.
Kate sprang up instinctively, but ere she
reached her husband shestopped. The man
saw her, and for while he was rivcted to
the spot. Soon he gazed around upon the
scene about him, and gradually a look Of
intelligence relieved the utter blank Of his
hitherto pale and maniac face. as
"No fuel no wood !" he whispered, gas-
ing now upon his wife. Starving! God
have mercy! Who was it said these words
Where am II" .rHlsr- ra 3
George? Gcorgc2" cried the wife, now
rushing toward and flinging her arms about
her husbands neck. "Don't you know
me ?" -
"Kate. No FIRE? Here's fre!"
"Ay, George Lockland," said jim Drake
now starting up; "this amt your OWE
home. Don't ye know wherc you aro?"