The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-01-03

ing, now. He started, here as a lawyer, and
a smart one he is too. Why, he can argue
old Upham right out of lis boots. But We
see he's lost all his customers now. They
daren't trust him with business, cause he
aint sure of ever doing it, He's got one of
the beautifullest little wives you ever saw
and one of the handsomest children. But
poor things pity 'em. Then there's an
other thing rum operates different on him
from what it does on most folks. 1t doesn't
show itself outside, as it does on Almost eve
rybody else, but it seems to eat him up in
side. .Ye esee how pale he looks--welI he's
always so when he's on one of these times.
He cant eat nothin,' and don't s'pose he'll
put abit Of food into his stomach for week
to GOMEZ - ssh
"How, long has he been so Z" asked the
teamster. .....,.
"How dye mean 2"
"Why, how long both ways How long
since he took to drink, an how long since
he's been drunk now % ab
"Well, he's took TO, drink more or less
ever since he come home from college but
it's been only about year that he's been
right down hard at it. Ye see folks began
to find out how slack he was in his business,
and they wouldn't give him any jobs of con.
sequence to do. s'pose that kind O. set
him goin' in this fashion. And as for
this drunk, should say he'd been on il a
fortnight He's got down now about as
low as he can get and live, and guess he'll
get sober in day or two"
"But where does he get his liquor n asked
the questioner.
"You must ask Mike Fingal that ques-
tion," was the others answer.
ALI eyes were turned upon the landlord,
who now stood behind the bar. He was ev-
identity troubled at this turn, and he moved
uneasily upon his high stool.
mike Fingal," spoke the teamster, "do
you sell that man rumg' r.
ayes, / do," the fellow replied with an eff.
fort. "Don't sell you the same when you
call for iti"
"But l aren't poor drunkard, and you
know it. That aren't no excuse. Mike, ]
shouldn't think you'd do it."
"But when he wants rum he's bound to
have it, aud if didn't let him have it some
body else would" the host said.
"Now that's DID," energetically pursued
the teamster. "On the same grouud you
might take pistol and go out and rob folks
But that isn't here nor there. The thing is
l don't see what kind of heart you. can
/ have to do it."
| The conversation was here interrupted by
a sound from the street. The wind was
still bowling madly, and the snow was dri.
wing against the windows, but above the
voice Of the storm came the wailing of some
one in distress. Il was surely the cry Of q
child for help. We were all upon our feet
in moment, and the lantern was quickly
lighted. My hat was already on my head
or cap, rather--and went out with the rest
All went out but the landlord and his
wretched customer who occupied the settee
IL was some moments before could see al
all, the snow came driving in my face so
but soon managed to turn my head, and
then, went on. The wind, as il came sweep
ing out through the passage to the stable
had piled up a huge bank Of snow across the
street, and in this bank we found a female
with child in her arms. She had not seer
the huge barrier of snow in the dark, and
had got completely fast. She seemed faint
and frozen, but yet she clung to her child
The man who carried the lantern held it ur
to her face. The features were half covered
WIN ohS", out tno ilonlcutoEy HldTo Oh TIT
lamp was sufficient to reveal to me a face O.
more than ordinary beauty.
Heavens J" uttered the men, as he lower.
ed the lantern, and caught the woman by
the arm; skate Locklahd, is this you i"-
But without waiting for her to reply he turn
ed,to the rest Of us and cried, ."Herei 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
room with our BURDEN. The two were ta
ken to the fire, and the snow brushed from
them.
'Who's themf" asked the host.
@Only Kate Lockland and her child" an
swered the fat man.
i "What dye bring 'em in here for 2" the
host uttered, angrily. .Why didn't ye tax,
'em to yer own house, Jim Drake :"
i "Cause my own house is too far"
i The host was coming around the bar, anG
his eye was flashing with mingled shame
and anger, but before he got fairly out, tn,
stout, burly teamster who had said so much
started up. = ~
"Mike Fingal,p he uttered, in tones sucl
as only a man confident Of his own physica
!! mower can command sdon,t on Y,ot A, An co