Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1856-06-12

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who is that chap?' asked one of the
teamsters, looking towards the villngers
who had been assisting the unfortunate,
That's George Locklsnd,' returned
stout honest looking man.
Does he belong here?'
Yes. Didn't you never hear of him?'
The teamster replied that he had not.
'Well.' resumed the fat man its too
bad, declare tits. Locklsnd might be
one Of the first men in town If he had a
mind to; but you e.he will drink; and
the worst of it is. he will make fool Of
himself. He cannot touch i, without
doing just as he's doing now. He start.
ed here as lawyer, and a smart one he
is too. Why. he can argue old Upham
right out OF his boots. But you see he's
lost all his best customers now. They
daren't trust him with business cause he
amt sure Of doing it. He's got one of
the beaulifullest little wives you ever
saw; and one Of the handsomest children.
But. poor things. pity 'em. Then there
is another thing: rum operates different
on him than it does on most folks. It
doesn't show itself outside, as it does on
almost everybody else. but it seems TO cal
him up inside. Dye see how pale he
looks--well he's always SO when he's on
one Of these times. He can't eat nothing,
and dent suppose he'll put a bit o! food
in his stomach for a week 10 come
How long has he been sor asked the
teamster.
How dye meant
'Why, how long both ways? How long
since he took to drink; and how long
since he's been drunk now?'
We'll he's took to drink more or less
ever since he came home from college;
but it's only about year that he has
been right down hard to it. You see
folks began to find out how slack he was
in his business, and they would not give
him any jobs of consequence to do. l
'spose that kind o set him going in this
fashion. And as for this drunk. should
say he'd been on il for a fortnight. He's
got down now sbou: as low ss he can ge,
and live. and ! guess he'll get sober in a
day or two.
But where does he get his liquor1
asked the questioner.
You might ask Mike Fingal that ques-
tion,' wns the others answer.
All eyes were turned towards the land
lord. who now stood behind the bar
He''wss evidently troubled at this turn,
he moved uneasily upon his high stool.
Mike Fingal,' spoke the leams:er. dc
you sell that man rum?'
Yes. do. replied the fellow with er
effort. 'Don't l sell you the same when
you call for ii7'
But sren't poor drunkard. and yor
know it. That aren't no excuse. Mike
shouldn't think you would do H.
But when he wants rum he's bound to
have it, ond il don't let him have it,
somebody else would said the host.
Now. that's DID, emerge tically pursu
ed the teamster. 'Oh the same ground
you may take pistol and 90 out and rob
folks. because if you didn't somebody else
would. But that isn't here nor there
The thing is l don's see what kind of a
henrt you. can have to do it.
The conversation was here interrupted
by sound from the street. The wind
was still blowing madly. and the snow
was driving against the windows. bul
above the voice of tho storm came the
wailing Of some one in. distress. 1t was
surely the cry of child for help. We
were oil upon our feet in Q moment. and
the lantern was quickly lighted. My
ha: was already on my head-or rather
my cap-and I went out with the rest.--
AL! went out but the landlord and his
wretched customer who occupied the set
tee. 1t was some moments before ]
could see at all. the snow come driving
in my face SO, but l managed to turn my
head. and then went on. The wind as 1t
came sweeping out through the passage
20 the stable. had piled up huge bank
Of snow across the street. and in this
bank we found female with child in
her arms. She had not seen the huge bar
rier OF snow in the dark, and had got COM
pletely fast. She seemed faint and fsoz-
en-, but yet she clung to her child. The
man who carried the lantern. held il up
to her face. The features were half COW
cred with snow. but the momeniary glare
Of the lantern was sufficient to reveal to
me . face of more than ordinary beauty
.Heavens!' uttered the man who low
cred the lantern. and caught the woman
BY the arm. Kate Lockland is that your