Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1859-06-17

iile inleflocutor, ana went on MS way. lie
turned the corner and was ou. of sight anC
hearing.
"Now," said Mr.. Jones, '.iust listen t.
that fool Bat come in boys, it's my treat.
i So in they go, and the rum-seller pours
out the liquid fire to his admiring friends.
They turn off their glasses.
Toll Toll
"If them bells would stop their noise r
said the rumseller; II just wanted to say
never killed poor Tom, did | boys?'
NO" said an old topper who took brandy
ut wasn't goa that killed him, Dick, it was
yoar liquor. He hel he !" and the crowd
here laughed, but at that time, rumble
rumble went the wheels of the hearse
right in front of the grog-shop. How un-
fortunate They had put Toms horse in
the Shafts of the hearse to draw his master
to the grave. But the dumb beast had
learned by long practice to stop at post
before the grocery door; and when he
came to the place, in spite of all the drivers
exertions, he turned aside from the middle
OF the street, and stopped stock still at hls
old stand. An involuntary shudder ran
through the procession.
The drinkers came to the door. and one
or two seeing the difficulty, went to the
! drivers assistance. but the rumseller lurk-
ed behind in his den.
| During the brief delay occasioned by
the stubborn animal, woman's face, evil
dentlys red with weeping, was pro.ruded
from a window in a carriage next 10 the
hearse.
as he hern?' she asked.
"Is who here, ma am 2" said young
man, stepping forward
"Why, Mr.. Jones, | mean"
"1es, ma'am, he is inside here. Halo,
Jones, hs proceeded, turning towards the
shop door. ''come out here there's lady
wants to see you,"
Jones came out reluctantly, "Was it me
! you wanted to see, madam p
Are you Mr.. Jones ?"
"That's my name, ma'am?"
J "Are you Dick Jones p
! "Yes, ma'am, that's what they mostly call
me-
"Well, Dick Jones, I've heard of you
many time but never have seen you be-
| fore, to know you, sir But now | know
you, sir, I'll not forget that face either
| that nose and chin and those eyes, think
can recolIect them till the jud day,
sir. You'll have to answer for this, Dick
Jones, that you will = and utterng fear
tut scream, she wrung her hands in agony
and fell back on the carriage seat. A burst
Of sympathetic grief arose from the follow
ers of the hearse; even the hearse driver
wiped his eyes.
Jones was much relieved when the pro-
cession started on again; the rolling of the
( carriage and the measured tread Of the
foolman passed by, and.the street was once
more silent
Well" said he in a soIiloquisrng way,
Il am right sorry for poor Tom, but his
was an uncommon case; one of a thou
sand"
But hold, Mr.. Rumseller what right
have you TO kill one?
"One of thousand r You ought to
have said, "One of thirty thousand thai die
from intoXication every year in our happy
country. Only some eighty or eighty-fivr
such funerals every day, Sundays included
As TO weeping fathers and mothers. broth
ers and sisters, and starved and d drgraded
children, and beggarly and brokcn-hearted
wives, I'll have you 10 count them Tor your
self
All! yes, this body is shut in drunk
ards grave. AT the last trump, it shall
awake 10 shame and everlasting contempt
But his soul, where is it now? Rumseler.
where is it, say Where is your victim,
soul? and where Is it to be forever and
ever?
IoH!- Toll
"And does Jones still go unhung" I'm
hung He goes at large; he is legalized
in his traffic; the strong arm of the law
protects him in it. GLOW long, @ Lord.
holy and true, dost thou rot Judge and
avenge this blood
Rattle rattle go the clods upon the
coffia the mound is shaped; the citizens
return home; and the rumseler goes on in
his black trade. You meet him daily in
the street--Engltsh Paper.