The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1867-12-06
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"A fortnight honce, replied, not stop
plug in my walk. Seeing this he jumped
up from the log and came running after me
"'Stop, Bob he commanded. Stop, I've
r something to say to yon, aud want to say
1t tonight, now, because am going away
in the morning
"well, what rs 1t ri said stopping, I'm
, in hurry
"'Yes. yesl And are you truly going tc
: America 2 he asked once more a musing
sort of way, and looking at me from toe to
head. And--aud-confound you! is Bess
} going with your
ayes
'' Do you know, Bob Campbell, that
loved that girl, that love her now 7 aud
that she said
"'There, there, don't tell me your secretsl
cried, with wish in my heart to get
peaceaby away from the fellow, who, il
was plain to me, had been drinking.
q" But triH tell thee. Why not listen
quietly until I've done. loved her and
told her so. And she refused me, but did
not tell me she loved you. She threw me
off for your baby face aud the few pounds
you've begged Or
"Stopl' l commanded, pushing him
away from me. IN hear 40 more such
v lie stuff, and walked off But had rot
|
around my waist, holding my arms close to
my side.
"'You shall hear me, curse you!' he
shouted, close to my ear. I've waited for
you, to tell You that hate you-hate you
because you are going to take away the
only woman on earth eau love. You
needn't try to get away. Be still or III
kill you. So long as ] live you will have
all eaemy. You'd better remember that.
just then | heard the rulnbliug of a
wagon coming towards us. llo heard it
too, and for minute stood aud list, nod.
| Then, with an oath, he suddenly whrled
me around and struck me three heavy
blows full in tie face with his fist, knock.
ng me senseless to the ground. Whenl
opcned my eyes again, a rn,r, n ishhor
OF ours, had my head ON his knee, aud was
| wpiug the blood from my face; the rascal
had given me one blow that had cut open
my cheek, and left mark until this day.
II IA BrilIton had run like deer across the
fields the farmer said. Anyhow, that was
the last seen OF him in the ucis shborhood as
| long as remained. Bess and | were mar
ricd and came to America, as happy and
loving a couple us ever crossed the waters
When landed in New York, my pocket
| was picked of all my money--the few
pounds had saved 10 buy me little land
and was friendlrss. 1t was an awful
time that followed, sir.
After this misfortune tried to obtain
work. Now and then got a job that gave
me enough to buy us little food. But
what could |, a farmer, and a farmers son,
! do in great city that needed artisans, not
| farmers? 1t was a hard struggle for life.
| | had Just got place as porter, at good
wages, WHEN when my darling Bessie
| died.
"After Bessie's DEATH" he continued
with shudder: +" | took to liquor Just to
stop thinking, to have an easy spell. But
only made matters worse, aud finally, after
touch of the tremeps | went on board
ship and sailed to Cape Town Africa. 1t
was five ears before got back to Amer.
ic. wa tired of sailing and Of lfe ut
not having the cowardice to commit sui
| cde, though was always, wishing myself
dead, | struggled along, as of old, to get
my daily bread. Drifting hither and thither.
working week in one place, a month in
another, finally brought up as a laborer
! in an elevator in Chicago. 1t is not nice
work must say but one grows to be
proud of the great things that dot the
wharves along the nasty creek. To me the
elevator seemed monster, restless with
hungry life, and we poor fellows did moth
| ing but tend to its wants, running up and
down stairs through clouds of choking
dust, and deafened with the din of rafting
machinery-no light job ! can assure you,
seeing than an elevator is seven, eight, ten
stories high, and big enough to hold the
houses of small village. All, they are
wonderful things, those elevators and
now that am away from them, feel the
strength OF their size, and what little
| thing was in such place. Then the rat
tie of the cups going up and down with
their fill OF grain made music to my ears,
and started many queer thought through
my mind as | went through my hours of
day or night work. 1t was strange to see
how quick these armies Of banded cups
would drink TO emptiness car or vessel
loaded with grain, and carry it up to giddy
nights to be tumbled into huge bins. These
bins, sir, are forty to fifty feet deep, aud
funnel Snapped at the bottom, where there
is sort OF valve or gate, which, when
opened, let's the grain into spout. If
gate is lowered when bin has six or Bevon
thousand bushels in it, you can judge there
would be a whirlpool that would suck
down tho strongest man to horrible death. |
Wonderful, terrible monsters these eleva-
tors. with their humps of houses on their
roofs, their awkward spouts, their dizzy
nights, and dismal, dusty chasms of empty
bins. 1t makes me sick 10 think of them
now"
The man really did look little winter
in the face, and nervously fingered the
empty sleeve of lis jacket; but he wAs
over with the feeling in inmate, and went
on with his story:
81 had been at wolk about a week in
one of the largest of these elevators. when
one afternoon was sent in company with
another labOrer--a big whiskered, swear
ing, ruffian felow-to tend TO bin that
was about to be emptied. We were sittas
on the edge of the bin, waiting for the
grain to run, when my companion, who |
seemed to be under the influence Of liqaoFgA
called out:
al say, Mike!'
"As have said, the fellow was rufIiaa |
in appearance. He seemed to have quite |
liking to me, as he tried TO be with -
in my work as much as possible bafJ |
couldn't bear him. He knew my name web
enough and it angered me to have him can
me in this way so said. sharply:
My name is not Mike ~
"' How should know he asked look.
ing angrily into my face, as if he wished
to make me quarrel with him.
go You have heard it more than once
said, You know very well what il is Joe,
and there's mo sense in giving man
name as doesn't belong to him. q
"'Then don't call me Joe That amt my
name. It's counterfeit. I'm Tom, which
is better name
:" He had piece Of chalk in his hand,
and began TO print with it on the big beam
where we were sitting, Il o m, Tom, Tom,