The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1870-06-15
VOLUME 25] ALEXANDRIA, LA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1870

"Let me answer that air question,
said Rosy Bill. 'Red-eye is the vul.
gar for whisky; different folks call il
by different names. generally speaks
OF it as the Bloom of youth"
III am man of few Words" said the
stranger, as he half filed his cup from
the contents of our demijohn. ~ sell
dom or never indulge, but when a man
is leg-weary and exhausted generally,
as l am to-day, moderate amount OF
stimulation l find is not bad thing,
but am violently hostile to frequent
libations."
We ali concurred with the stranger,
except Mr.. Rosy Bill, who did not hes
itate to express his unutterable convic-
ton that ga genuine ticker was good
thing all the time" and concluded his
remarks by stating that ''no rum-suck-
er could throw dirt in his eyes; he
could always twig whisky on any chaps
nose"
''Does the young man mean to re-
fleet on my nose7 If he does, have
simply to say that my name is Winter,
and that he may hear from me at some
further time; and by the way, gentle
men, to change the topic, have lit
tie story to relate connected with my
name. You see that l was travelling
from Sacramento to Marysville, a few
daps ago, in company with my family,
consisting of five manageable daugh-
tiers 'take another doughnut,' said our
poet)-thank you-but as 1 was re-
marking, fellow insulted my eldest
daughter. I informed him instanter
that was a man of few. words, and
then proceeded to give him quite a
genteel dressing down, at the termina-
ton Of which, the fellow had the con-
summate impudence to get off a very
stale joke on my name. Said he to me,
Sir, as my friend may possibly call on
you, please, state how I shall address
YOU I informed him that my name
was Winter. 'Winter-Winter,' said
the scoundrel; well, sir, your name
may be winter, but your actions are
what l should call summary But,
gentlemen said our guest, this is not
business; you will all soon discover
that l am man Of few words; I came
among you to establish place of re-
sort for miners; have a large family,
consisting, as I before stated, of five
marriageable daughters. I propose to
start what 1 shall call the Miners
Home'-a place you know that would
afford such comforts and cheerfulness
as to remind you of the happiness OF
your parental firesides. Do you think
an institution of this character would
be sustained in this village?"
"Do you propose to- mean, Mr..
Winter, do you contemplate that is,
do you design to bring your daughters
with u" said our poet in a very con-
fused manner.
''By all means, sir; and I hope and
believe that the presence of the esti-
mable girls will not only exercise a re-
fining influence, but will also reconcile
you to your lonely lives. And now
gents, having set forth my plans will
my proverbial brcvity, I propose We
again test the merits of your demi
john"
Certainly; ofcourse-by all means,
said half-a-dozen voices all at once
Not only the whisky, but two bottles
of brandy-kept for medicinal pur
poses-a bunch of fine cigars, the last
and two bottles of gin--the property o
Rosey BiIl-were Immediately spreat
for the admiration and consumption O
our most honored guest.
"Here's luck" said one of our yisi
ttors, ''to the old fellow and his fiv
marrying gals"
"Marriageable," said our poet.
"Yes, yes; it's all the same, yo
know. Thar's no difference betwix
manageable and marrying. Whe
gals gets to be the one, they're Away
sure to be the tother."
"Gentlemen,'' said Mr.. Winter
"what will be the fate of the Miners
Home;' will it sink, or will it swim
"H you fetch the girls,n said MI
Rosey Bill, you may count on hearin
the jingle of my spondulix, and NJ
without. l like place to live &
, where / can sit of nights and talk t
, females"
We all assured Mr.. Winter tn;
, there was not shadow of doubt of h
t complete success.
"Weil, then, gentlemen, it seen
that may rely with confidence upo
: your support, and this being the cas-
. 1 propose a parting bumper before
f retire for the night.
: "He's something on the Bloc
!, o'youth," said Rosey to me in sort
: stage whisper
Gas I'm livin,' there amt Dirt
e of nothing lefs."
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