The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1869-01-15

Much good may it do them, the cash is
mine.'
And he winked again with a knowing look
Aud from his segar the ashes shook,
IKE! hei those fellows are in my net,
have them safe, and III fleece them yet;
There's Brown; what jolly dog is he!
And he sWellS the way that like to see:
Let him dash while at this reckless rate,
And his farm is mine as sure as fate.
' i We mortgage now on Tompkin 8 lot,
What a fool he was to become SOtI
But its luck to me; in month or so
1 shall foreclose and the scamp must goI
ZOuhds! won't his wife have a taking on,
When she hears that his house and lot are
gone?
How she will blubber and sob and sigh!
But business is business, and what care /.
"And Gibson has murdered his child, they
say,
He was drunk as a fool here Yesterday,
And gave him a hint, as 1 went to fill
His jug, but the brute would have his viii,
And the folks blame me! why bless theiI
gizzards,
If did not sell he would go to Izard's;
I've right to engage in lawful trade,
And take my chance where there's cash to
be made.
eff men IL get drunk and go home to turn
Their wives out doors, It's their own con-
cernS
But hate to have women coming to me,
With this tweedle-tlum and that tweed1e-
dee;
With their swollen eyes and their haggard
looks.
And their speeches learned from temperance
books
With their pale, lean children, whimpering
fools,
Why can't they go to the public shools2
( Let the huzzies mind their own affairs,
For never have 1intererfed with theirs;
No customer will turn away,
Who is able to buy and willing to pay;
For business is business-Tee. he! Tee! he 20
And he rubbed his hands in his chuckling
glee.
MANY a lark have caught in nay net.
have them safe and II fleece them yet!n
Tee, he! Tee. he!" twas an echo'd sound
Amaz d the grog seller looked around
This side and that through the smoke
peer'd he,
But nought but the chairs could the grog
seller see,
''Ho. no! he, he.'' twas the gttteral note,
1t seemed to come from an iron throat,
And his knees they shook, and his hair
gar to rise,
And he opened his mouth and he strained
his eyes.
And 10! in corner dark and dim,
Sat an uncouth form, with an aspect grina,
From his grizzly head, through his snaky
Sprouted of hard rough horns pair,
And fiercely those shaggy brows below
Like sulphurOus Fame, did his green eyes
glow.
And his lip was curled with sinister smile
And the smoke belched forth from his
mouth the while.
Whose fingers We're shaped like Vulture's
claws,
A three-tined fork. and its prongs so dull
Through the sockets were thrust of grin
| ming skull
As he softly chuckled ''Ha, ha-ho, ho!''
And all the while were his eyes, that burn 4
Like sulpherous flame, on the grog-sellel
| turned.
And how did he feel beneath that look?
Why, his jaw fell down, and he shivereC
and shook,
And quivered and qualled in every limb,
AS an ague fit had hold of him;
And his eyes to that monster grim wer,
And his tongue was as stiff as billet o
| wood.
But the fiend laughed on, "Ho, no
And switch d his tail in his quiet gIee.
''Why, what do you fear, my friend?' h
said.
And nodded the horns of his grizzly head; ;
~ GU re an ally Of mine, and | love yoI
In very warm country, that men call hell
hold my court, and IN proud to say,
That I've not a more faithful friend in pay
Than you, dear sir. for a work of evil;
Mayhap you don't KIN, me, I'm ealle
the Devil. -
T Like galvanized corpse, so pale and wan
Up started instanter that horror struck mar
. And he turned up the whites OF his goggl
eyes,
With u look half terror and half surprise,
And his tongue was loos'd but his word
were few
The Devil! you don'tl'' ''Yes, faith
interrupted Old Nick, land here is tn
proof,
Just look at my tail, and my horns, an
my hoOf.
1'Having come from warmer cline below
To chat with friend An hour or SO,
And the night being somewhat chill,
You might ask an old Teller to take drink
Now let it be strong. the clear, pure stuff,
Sweetened with birthstone, a quart
enough.
Stir up the mess in an iron cup.
). And heat by the fire till it bubbles up.n
AS Satan babe, SO the grog-seiler did,
Filling the vessel with gin to the lid,
And when it boiled and dubbed DER,
The fiery draught to his guest he bore;
Nick in a jiffy the liquor would Quaff,
And thanked his host with a gutteral laug
But faint and few were the smiles ween
That on the grog sellers face were seen;
. For a mortal fear had seized him then,
And he deemed that the ways of living mt
He should tread no more that his hour h:
come
And his master too, to call him home:
~.
And shrieks were heard on the wintry bla
And gliding before him pale and dim,
Were jibbering tiends and spectres grim.
''Ho, ho!'' says Nick, '''tis welcor
cold
You give 70 friend so true and old,
Who has been for years in your oy
Running about ike an errand boy;
But Well not fail out. for clearly see
That you are rather afraid, and It's stran;
of me!
Do you think I've come for you? never Ees
, You can't be spared for long while here
" ssThere are hearts to break, there are sol
to win
From the WAYS of Peace to the paths Of 81
There are homes TO be rendered desolate;
There Is trusting Love TO be turned to Hai
There are hands that murder must erims
reds
(. There are Homes to crush, there Is hlis
to be shed
Over the young and the pure and the "a
TIL their lives are crush d by the aend d
. pair,
ssThis Is the work you have dona SO wen
Cursing this earth pe0pling Hell;
81. 0ueuchiuey the liphf on the inner shrine