Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-01-20

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tho man who had reposed beneath came
down upon the top Of dt, and there he lay
for same moments like dead man. IhaG
just started up when four of the villager.
fastened to his assistance. They lifted
him to his feet, and after considerable
effort he managed to stand up.
My God what thrill struck to my
heart when I saw that face. It was one
of noble features a brow high andoamply
developed, over which clustered mass o.
dark, glossy ringlets; the face beautifully
proportional, and each separate feature
most exquisitely chiseled. Bnt what ar
expression rested there now
| The great dark eyes had vacant, idi
otto stare the face was as pale as death
and che lips looked drip and parched, and
much discolored. His clothes were tori
and soiled, and one of his hands bloody
He was surely not more than five and
thirty, and his appearance would at once
indicate a man of more than common abil
tiles. But the demon had him and had
made him into something now below the
brute.
.How dye feel now, George p asked one
of the men who had gone to his assist
anee.
But he only groaned in reply, and be
was soon persuaded to lie dowp, again
being told that he'd soon feel better. as
soon as he was on the settee once more
and the buffalo over him, the men re
| turned to their seats
who is that chap ? asked one of the
transfers, looking toward the the villag
ers who had been assisting the unfortu
nate man.
That's George Lockland,' returned 8
stout, honest looking man.
Does he belong herer
| Yes. Didn't you never hear of him r
| The teamster replied that he had not.
WELL resumed the fat man, it's toe
bad, declare tits. Lockland might be
one of the first men in town if he'd mind
to; but you see LIE will drink and the
worst of it is, he makes fool of hiAself
He can't touch it without doing just as
he's doing nov. He started here as 8
lawyer, and a smart one he is too. Whg
he can argue old Upton right oGt of ,hi:
boots But We see he's lost all his best
customers now. They daren't trust him
with business, cause he amt sure of ever
doing it. Hos got one of the beautifulesi
little wives you ever saw and one of the
handsomest children. But poor things
I pity 'em. Then there's another thing
rum operates differently on him from
what it does on most folks. 1t doesn't
show itself outside, as it does on Almost
everybody else, but it seems to eat him NJ
inside. You see how pale he looks-well
he's always so when he's on one of these
times. He can't eat nothin', and | don'i
'spose he'll put bit of food in his stom.
aoh for a week to come
How long has he been so ? asked the
teamster.
| How dye neon ?
why, how long both ways! How
long since he took to drink, an how long
since he's been drunk now 2"
Well, he's took to drink more or less
ever since he came home from college ; but
it's been only about year that he's been
right down hard at it. Ye see folks began
| to find out how slack he was in his bust,
ness, and they wouldn't give him any jobs
of consequence to do. 'spose that sort o
set him goin' in this fashion. And as fol
this drunk, should say he'd been on it 8
fortnight. He's got down now about as
low as he can get and. lise. and / CUES,
hen get SOBER IN a day or two.-
But where does he get his liquor
asked the questioner.
You must ask Mike Fingle that quos
tion,' was the others answer.
All eyes were turned upon the land
landlord who now stood behind the bar
He was evidently troubled at this turn
and he moved uneasily upon his higf
stool.
Mike Jingle spoke the teamster, ID
you sell that man rum T
yes do the fellow replied with al
effort. Don't sell you the same wher
you call for it :"
But I aren't poor drunkard, and you
know it. That aren't no excuse. Mix,
[ shouldn't think you'd do it.
But when he wants rum he's bound t.
have it, and if l didn't let him have i
somebody else~would,' the host said
Now That's odd,' energetically pursued
the teamster. 'On the same ground yol
might take pistol and go out and ro'
folks, because if you didn't somebody els
wanld. Bat that isn't here or there. Tn
thing is, don't see what kind Of a hear
You can have to do it.
The conversation was here interrupted
by sound from the street. The wine
was still bowling madly, and the SNOW
was driving against the window, bu
above the above the voice of the storm
came the wailing of some one in distress
1t was surely the cry of child for help
We were all upon our feet in momen
and the lantern was quickly lighted NJ
hat was already upon my head-or m
cap, rather-aud | went out with the rest
All went out but the landlord and hi
wretched customer who occupied the sci
tee. 1t was some moments before | coul
see at all, the snow came driving into m
face so but | soon managed to turn M
head and then went on. The wind, as
came sweeping out through the stable
had piled up a huge bank of snow acros
the street, and in this bank we found
female with IA child in her arms Sh
seemed faint and frozen, but yet she clun
to her child. The man who carried tn
lantern held it up to her face. The fes
lures were half covered with snow, bu
the momentary glare of the lamp was su
fcient to reveal to me face of more tina
ordinary beauty.
Heavens = uttered the man, as he low
cred the lantern and caught the woma
in his arms Kate Lockland is this you
But without waiting for her reply, b
turned TO the rest of US and cried. Her
take this child, some of you, and I'll ca
ry the mother
The child was quickly taken, and ell
n many minutes we were back in the ba
room with our burden. The two wei
Q taken to the fire, and the snow brushe
from them. .-.
o who's them ? asked the host.
). Only Kate Lockland and her chile
o answered the fat man.
i what dye bring them in here for 2 IL
). host uttered angrily. why didn't J
!, take EN- to your own house, Jim Drake
3 Cause my own house is too far
q The host was coming around the ba
f and his eye was flashing with minglt
! shame and anger, but before he got fair
q out, the stout, burly teamster who hs
Q said SO much, started up.
Mike Fingle,' be uttered, in tones su,
q as only a man confident of his own ply
ical power can command, Don't ye p
a finger on that woman. Don't ye do
4 Il, r