The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-04-28

wa, evidently troubled at this turn, and
he moved uneasily upon his stool.
j mike FIngal," spoke the teamster
i" do you sell that man rum?"
"Yes |, do" the fellow replied, with
an effort. "Don't | sell you the same
when you call for it?"
"But aren't poor drunkard," ard
you know it. That aren't no excuse Mike,
| shouldn't think you'd do it."
"But when he wants rum he's bound
to have it, and if didn't let HIM have it
somebody else would. the host said
Nov, that's odd," cnergetically pur-
sued the teamster. On the same ground
ypu might take pistol and go out and
rob folks because if you didn't somebody
else would. But that isn't here nor there
The thing is, l don't see what kind of a
heart you can have to do it"
The conversation was here interrupted
by sound from the street. The wind
was still bowling madly, and the snow
was driving against the window, but
above the voice of the storm came the
wailing of scme one in distress 1t was
surely the cry of Il child for help We
were all upon our feet in moment, and
the lantern was quickly lighted. My hat
was already on my head-or my cap
rather-and | went out with the rest
All went out but the landlord and his
wretched customer who occupied the
settee. 1t was some moments before /
could see at all, the snow came driving
into my face so; but soon managed to
turn my head, and then went on. The
wind, as it came sweeping out through
the stable, had piled up large bank Of
snow across the street, and in this bank
we found female with child in her
arms. She seemed faint and frozen, but
yet she chung to her child The man
who carried the lantern held it up to her
face The features were half covered
with snow, but the momentary glare of
the lamp was sufficient to reveal to me a
face of more tn n ordinary beauty.
Heavens!' uttered the man, as he
lowered the lantern, and caught the
woman in his arms. "Kate Lockland is
this you ," But without waiting for her
reply, he turned to the rest of us and
cried. Here, take the child, some of
you, and FL carry the mother"
The child was quickly taken, and ere
many minutes we were back in the bar
room with our burden The two were
taken to the fire, and the snow brushed
from them.
Who them?' asked the host.
"Only Kate Lockland and her child,
answered the fat man.
what dye bring EN- in here for 2" the
host uttered angrily why didn't ye
take EN- to your own house, Jim Drake o.
cause my own house is too far"
The host was coming round the bar,
and his eyes were flashing with mingled
shame and anger, but before he got fairly
out, the stout, burly teamster who had
said so much started up.
mike Fingal be muttered in tones
such as only man confident of his own
! physical power can command, "don't yt
put finger on that woman. Don't We de
lit. If we do I'll crush We as I would q
pizen spider"
i Flngal looked the speaker in the eve
for moment, and then, muttering some
thing about mans having right to dc
as he pleased in his own house, skunk
away behind his bar again.
| now turned my attention to tht
woman and her child. The former wa
surely not yet thirty years of age, anc
she was truly beautiful woman--onl,
she was pale and wan, and her eyes wer,
swollen She trembled fearfully, and
| could see her bosom heave as she tried Il
choke the sobs that were bursting forth
The child was girl about four years old
, She chung close to her mother, and seem
ed frightened into forgetfulness of he
cold fingers and feet.
!, "Kate Lockland, what in heaven
name are you doing out this night p
asked jim Drake.
ooh, was trying to find your owl
house, Jim Drake, for I knew you'd Civ
me shelter. But got lost in the snow
| wouldn't have cried out in front of thi
place, but my poor child did. Jim Drake
have we seen George? Oh, God, hav
mercy on him Poor, dear George! H
; don't know we are freezing and starvin,
in our own home No fuel mo food-n
, l. no. H
> She stopped and burst into tears, ant
in moment more George Lockland leap
| ed to his feet.
"Who called me?" he cried, gain,
; wildly around
Kate sprang up instinctively, but err
she reached her husband she stopped
/ The man saw her, and for awhile he wa
riveted to the spot. Soon he gazed upoI
. the scene about him, and gradually
look of intelligence relieved the ute
f blank of his hitherto pale and mania
: face.
"No fuel! no foodl" he whispered
gazing upon his wife. Starving Goo
! have mercy Who was it said thos
words? Where am r."
"George! George!" cried the wife
now rushing forward and finging he
, arms about her husbands neck, !" Dom
you know me?"
; Kate! No fire, there's fire."