The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1858-04-23
dingy bar.room, which was full Of sitting
tobacco smoke, and there called fer whis-

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Let's see the color o yourmoney frs,
No thrust is the word wild me r said tn
shock headed Milesian behind the dirt
shelf designated as bar. 81, ,7t7asr .
For second the eye Of the old MAJ
flashed as If a single spark Of the fire Of hi
lost manhood was struggling up througl
the ashes OF his ruin, then he put hi
tremulous hand in his pocket, and Dire '
forth the quarter. 7.es.
"Give me back the change!" said he, a
he filed the thick bottomed glass of th'
groggery to the brim; 'give me back th'
change ! want it for medicine''
| There's no medicine like whiskey, oil
man--mind that now!" said the bar keep
er, as he very unwillingly counted ou
twenty-five cents, for this was three
cent poison shop! .-, .,.,..,..,
"Aren'tyou going to stand treat
chummy? I'm as dry as all out O. doors,
and haven't nary red," said a one-eyed,
barnacle faced, bloatcd, object. whom il
would be sinful to dignity by the title Of
man, approaching him. .I,s5 ..5
The Judge looked at him with shud
der, and the bar-keeper drew back three
cents and set out another glass, taking it
for granted that the request would not be
refused. .,...,..
7 ."Here's to you--prosat, as we used 10
say in our college days" says the "crea-
ture," as he poured glass Of the liquid
fire Of hell down his throat, and smack
ed his lips thereafter, as if he had been
partaking Of a nectar. +N A.1-v
"Come, sit down, Judge-don't be in
hurry to get out O. good company"
said the bar keeper, whose eye was on
those nineteen cents remaining.
"Oh, no, I must 60 home, I'm wanted
there-Jane's sickP muttered the old
man, indecisively, however.
you'll at least stop and take drop O.
hot stuff wild me-" continued the bar
keeper, who couldn't bare to see that mon
ey 60 out Of his den. ss.
The poor old man was not proof against
this invitation, and he sat down. 4tY
Two hours after that, reeling drunk,
and withouta penny in his pocket, he was
thrust rudely into the street by the unli-
censed vender ofpoisou. whose den is lit-
orally in the very shadow Of the halls OF
justice-So called. t''-'g' ' "! f"'
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AT that same hour in a wretched room,
almost unfuruished, in rickety old tene-
ment house on Baxter street, a poor girl
not yet eighteen years Of age, lay Oh a
miserable couch "dying" She had been
bautiful- that could be seen in her great
eyes, bright now that they were peering
out through the mist Of this cold world
into the light Of the next--in her delicate
features, worn as they were--in her very
look, wan and wasted as she was. 'o
By her side, quivering with his agony.
knelt a boy but a year or two younger
--her brother. His dress and his rough
hands showed he was no idler--he had
labored for her--for his inebriate faith
er for, reader these were the children
Of Judge ----. By her side he knelt
and sobbed and wept, for he felt that the
chill Of death was coming upon her. The
little thin hand which lie clasped was as
sold as ice-her face was white, her lips
we're blue and bloodless, her breath came
and went in little futtering gasps, and
when hei lips moved, only faint wits
per reached bis car. 's 10 oa' o9l '11
s'"Why don t father come? am dying
Henryl" she whispered. ," ss' Dai1'oi~
"sOh, God, I know It, Janet" be moan
ID, y" Father would 60 for the med.
Cine, and-and- -oh,,' wish that Iahad
gone, but did not dare to leave you'll"
'9"Kiss me, dear brotherAkiss me, I
,hall be with mother soon" gasped the
poor girl, and every breath seemed to be
more and more faint g'# 'e9'o . o' u"
- He pressed his lips to hers. and his
burning tears fell fast over her snowy
,heek. He thought he heard a step as
:ending the rickety stairs-7hle5 y 5Al, turned bis
head to see # his father vas coming He
vas mistaken ItIwas only the strong
winter wind shaking thecraxy old house,
BE heard d sigh-he turned and with q |