Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1870-02-11

how long since he's been drunk
now?"
"Well, he's took to drink more or
less, ever since he came home from
college; but it's about year that
he's been so down hard at it. You
see folks begun to find out how
slack he was in his business, and
they wouldn't give him any jobs CT
consequence to do. 1 'spose that
sort O. set him goln' in this fash
ion. And as for this drunk,I should
say he'd been on it fortnight. He's
got down now as low as he can get
and live, and guess he'll get sober
in day or two" --
"But where does he get his liq-
uor?" asked the qucstioner. F..
"You must ask Mike Fingle
that question: was the others ans
wer.
All eyes were now turned upon
the landlord who now stood behind
the bar. He was evidently troubled
at this turn, and he moved uneasily
upon his high stool.
''Mike Fingle," spoke the team
ster. edo you sell that man rum ?''
"Yes, l do" the fellow replied
with an effort. Don't sell you
the same when ever you call for
it"
''But aren't poor drunkard, land
you know it. That aren't no ex-
cuse, Mike, I shouldn't think you'd
do it,
''But when he wants rum he's
bound to have it, an;a if I didn't let
him have it somebody else would, :"
the host said.
"Now that's odd," energetically
pursued the teamster. 'sOn the same
ground you might take pistol and
go out and rob folks, because if you
didn't somebody else would. But
that isn't here or there. The thing
is, don't see what kind of q heart
Iyou have, to do it.'
The conversation was here inter
rupted by sound from the street.
The wind was still blowing madly,
and the snow was driving against
the window madly, but above the
voice of the storm came the wailing
of some one in distress. It was
surely the cry Of q child for help.
We were all upon our feet in mo-
ment. and the lantern was quickly
lighted. My hat was already on my
head-or my cap rather-and /
went out with the rest. ALI went
but the landlord and wretched Gus
toner who had occupied the settee
1t was some moments before could
see at all, the snow came driving
into my face so; but I soon mana
ged to turn my head, and then went
on. The wind, as it came sweeping
out through the stable, had piled up
a high bank of snow across tie
street, and in this bank we found a
female with child in her arms. She
seemed faint and frozen, but yet she
clung to her child. The man who
carried the lantern held it up to her
face. The features were half cover
ed with snow, but the momentary
glare Of the lamp was sufficient to
reveal to me & face of more than or
dinary beauty.
"Heavens - uttered the man las. he
lowered the lantern, and caught the
woman in his arms ;s'Kate Lcckland,
is this your But without waiting
for her reply, he turned to the rest
Of us and said: ''Here, take the
child some Of you, and I'll 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 are they p eagerly asked
the host.
'OnlyKateLockland and her child,
, answered the fat man.
'What dye bring'em in here for ?
the host uttered angrily. why did
you not take 'em to your own house,
jim. Drake %
Because my own house is too
far" rr..
The host was coming around the
bar, and his eyes was flashing with
mingled shame and anger, but before
! he got fairly out, the stout, burly
teamster who had said so mnch.
started up.
"Mike Fingle, lie uttered, in tones
such as only man confident Of his
3 own physical power can command,
"don't you put a finger on that wo-
man. Don't ye do it. If ye do
I'll crush We as I would pizen spi-
der.' 1903
Fingle looked The speaker in the
eye for moment, and then mutter-
ing something about mans doing
as he pleased in his own house,
he skunk away behing his bal
again.
1 now turned my attention to the
woman and her child. The former
3 was surely not thirty years of age,
and she was truly beautiful woman
only she was pale and wan, and
her eyes was swollen. She trembled
, fearfully, and l could see her bosom
heave as she tried to choke the
sobs that were bursting forth. The
child was a girl about four years
old. She clung close to her mother
and seemed frightened into for
) getfulness of her cold fingers and
feet.
; .'kate Lockland, what in II Heaven's S
name are ye doing out this night p
, asked Jim Drake.
"Oh, 1 was trying to find your
own house, Jim Drake, for knew you