Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-08-08
1.-THE SATANIC LICENsE-HORRI
BILE DREAM"

BILE DkEAM.
"Then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel with bright hair
Dabbled in blood and he shrieked out aloud
,Clarence is come-false feetino. pERJuREp
Clarence
That stabbed me in the field nv -Tevksbnrv,n
, Mothef, wnat maze .,, iather aie
mny, my GEAR cnilo' lhe oig, neavy SUCKS
OF timber ieii on MN, and broke ms Shout
aer anu M, oace. .,
Where is tather now, nother!9
He is in Heaven, my child. He was
good man and loved God.
where was iather Killed mother
AT the raising oil Ar. Dotys barn.
The one down across the road, mother p
!" Yes, my son; | never go past it without
thinking of your poor father"
These simple questions brought up SO vivid
ly all the circumstances OF that dark hour,
which bereft her of kind and generous hus-
band, that she could not refrain from tears
Little Joseph saw it, and from the generous
impulse of his nature threw his arms around
her neck, kissed her, and said, +" Dear moth
er, what makes you cry so say, mother y
30, my son, was thinking of the dear
friend we lost when your father was killed" +"
Mother, what made father go to the rails
ingf'
Mr.. Doty was our neighbor q and your
father thought he must CO."
Did they have whiskey p
Yes. Ii it had not been for that your
father would not have been injured"
why, mother, how did that kill him p
The man that held one of the posts was
drunk, and let the foot slip, and it came down
upon your father.
Mother who was the man 2
Il was old Sim Baily; you never knew
him"
here Is heE has ne moved away 7!
No ne aled niue While after your ia
ther; he was IN at Mr' Doty one cola hisht
drinking ana carouslng, ana started 10 g
NOME, ou. Vas iouho ue'ia IN tue 'norhiiis IL
snow uiiit- -.
Dla ne go 10 neaveil, too, uloeher
no, my chiid. Inc bieie says no drunk
ara snail tnnerit sne hingoo!n OF Uod- :.
safsn =. Y sAAs sFsii. "itl1Aey - an y
nsotnsf i-,Tet, 'iaAte It 4 &npt hike an,
poay lnAs sells ~ ~ Nm YOU, mo1,iel
hopeaesny esi.Is.' 70. VIM ~ a." ays @ iee
alohe: never ~ w'lsre !. y sy,a, anu neNe
aesvclate WIN ooys "tlo use -,
frequent, conversations o. tnis chsracte
pieluuicsa Joseph ti'i'iu, at very eariy ae'
against lhe use o' lll'oAfa''ils ur'''Ns an
ms oPposIton see,,ieo - grow wl.h ~ !,
CROWN, anu S'leho'nen WIN MS ssfens,, !,
ne grew up 70 oe very sif'uotls anu INTEL
share Of ready wit, seemed fond of cultivatin
1t oy heGtoring rnniSe,iers q, JosePn % was Pr,
sent at tie .heeiih5 81 ti!e ooaru' l"nefe o
listened with great interest to Seribner
sneecb had many hearty laugh over Dol
alasons fetoreS-to1rloIer ana poha'asI
We're TWO "itlS ,eInpe4ahce re1oiLi'eis IL
FeJoieeu 10 see oia i'oIy "ltthe uii4ei tnc p0'
ef Oh uHth anu loFce oi puoic seh'sHeH
AS soon as the board determined not 10 8 a
hlm license, Joseph ielt the room, ana "ltk
10 h1ehlei Moody 10 'olio" hih' ror yea
there had been growing intimacy oetMe'
them, on account OF their similarity oil let
ing on this subject when they had walk
a few steps from the door, Joseph sad IN
low voice, "Aeke, where dld you get IN
poetry z
cut It ONT OF a newspaper teii 20
Joe, 60 prepared Tor such things. cut
out and learned II, ana calculated II II eV
came right, AID could make old Doty sta
stun long enough, would READ OF sing II
nm. HOW ana you ilEe II, Joe
1t was capitai-liTst-rate. II toach "a
SPo' eN"s..J "" 10y ~ -
coiors while you were singing It.
Joe, dldn You thinG OF your poor iatl
when sung the line'-
.T,cnnsod IN lay a stronr man low up
guess did and when you sung /
lines,
..r;cco.al = wisa's f,n3 baarf n hreak
And c,ass her cb;ldren's tears tn f,ov ),
l thought OF poor Mrs. Jones, when Do
took their house ana lot and turned them
Of doors. The poor womans $ heart seen
ready to break, and the cries of her childl
can never forget. And now, Zeke, | Y
tell you what have been thinking OF.
idea came into my mind while YOU W
singing. Let us draw up writing, purpc
ing to be license to Doty to sell rum, 81
satans name to it, and in some way, with
his knowledge get it into his house.
Agreed, Joe; that il a grand thought
Where shall we go to write it?