The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1867-06-18

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ihg TO Americal' he asked once more in
"A muslng sort of n way, and looking at
me from foot TO head. and-confound
you ! is l'ess going with you ,
Yes!
"'Do you know, Bob Campbell, tha,
| loved that girl, that love her now 7
and she said--'
" There, there, don't tell me your
sccrets!' | cried, with a wish in my heart
to get peacefully away from the fellow,
who, it was plain to me had been drink
ing.
go But | WW tell thee. Why not
listen quietly until Eve done loved
her and told her so. And she refused
me; but did not tell me that she loved
you. That | found out yesterday. She
threw me off for your baby face and the
few pounl, you've bcgg d or
Stop! commanded, pushing him
away from me. I'll hear no more OF
such vile stuff, and walked off, But
had not gone three steps when felt his
arm claspcd around my waist, holding
my arms close 10 my side.
"' You shall hear nc, curse you. he
shouted, close to my ear. have waited
tor you to tell you that hate you-hatc
You because you are 90 NJ to take away
from me the only woman ON earth can
love. You needn't try to got away. Be
still, or will kill you 50 long II, live
you shall have an enemy. You'd better
remember that'
"Just then heard the rumbling Of a
wagon coming towards us. lie heard it
too, and for II moment stood and listened
Then with an oath, he suddenly whirlcd
me round and struck me three heavy
blows full in the face with his huge fist
knocking me scpselcss to the ground.
When | opened my eyes again, IL farmer,
a ncghbor Of ours, had my head on his
knee, and was wiring the blood from my
face the rascal had given me one blow
that had cut open my check, an,l left n
mark until this day. Tom Hrinton had
run like deer across the ields, the far
mcr said. ANYHOW that was the last
seen of him in the neighborhood AS long
as remained. i IS aud were married
and came TO America as happy AMI low
Ing couple as cror crossed the waters.
When landed in New York my pocket
was picked of all my money-a few
pounds had saved to buy me II little
lnnd-and | was fricndlcss 1t was an
awful time that followed.
"-itler this misfortune | tried TO obtain
work Now and then | got Il Job that
gave me enough to buy US little food.
But what could |, farmer and far
nier's son, do in great city that needs
not farmcrsl 1t was Il hard
and bitter sirrg lie i,r LIE. had got
place as porter, at goo wages, when my
leIr darling Bessie died. After Bcssie's
death, lie continued with shuddcr, II
took t. liquor just TO stop thinking, to
have an easy spell But | only made
matters worse, and finally, after Il touch
of the trcmcns, went ON bo ,rd ship and
sailed to Cape town, in Africa. 1t was
five years before got back to America.
| was tired Of sailing and of life; but
not having the courage 10 commit suicide
though | was always wishing myself
dead, | struggled along as Of old to get
my daily bread. Drifting hithcr and
thilher, working Il week in one place, a
month in another, | finally brought up
as IA labrrer 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 an elevator always seemed
a monster, restless with hungry life;
and we poor follows did nothing but
tend TO its wants, running up and Il dlwn
stairs through clouds Of checking dust
and dcatenci with the din of raltlnr
machiney-no light job | can assure
you, seeing that an elevator is seven,
eight, ten stories high and big enough to
hold the houses of Il small village. All
they are wonderful thng+, those c'cva-
tors. And now that | am away from
them feel the strength of their siz,.
and what a little thug | was in such IL
place. Then the rattle of the cups going
up or down with their fill of grain, made
mnslc to my ears, and started many Il
queer thought through my mind as |
went through my hours of day or night
at work.
81 was strange TO see how quick their
armies Of banded cups would drink to
emptiness, car or II vessel loaded with
grain. and carry il up TO giddy heights
TO he tumblcd into huge bins. These
bins, sir, are forty to sixty feet deep, and
funnel shaped at the bottom, where there
is SORT of valve or gate which when
open, lets the grain into spout. If
a gate lowered when bin has six or
seven thousand bushels in it, You can
imagine there would be whirlpool that
would suck down the strongest man TO Il
horrible death, Wonderful, terrible mon
sters these elevators, with their huns of
houses on their roofs, their awkward
spouts, their dizzy heights, and dismal,
dusty chasms Of empty bins 1t makes
me sick TO think Of them now"
The man really did look a little whittier
in the face and nervously fingered the
empty sleeve Of his jacket but he was
over with the feeling in moment and
went on with his story.
81 had been to work about a week in
one of the largest of these elevators when
one afternoon, was sent in company
with another laborer, a bic. whiskered.