The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-02-11

All eyes were turned upon tn
: landlord who now stood behind tn
bar. He was evidently troubled a
this turn, and he moved uneasily up
on his high stool.
"Mike Fingal," spoke the team
ster. "do you sell that man rumT'
eyes, 1 do" the fellow replied
with an effort "Don't 1 sell you the
same when you call for it?"
But 1 aren't a poor drunkard and
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 1 didn't let
him have it somebody else would"
the host said,
snow that's odd" energetically
pursued the teamster. On the same
ground you might take q 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, l don't see what kind of a heart
l. lOu N6ln nave W uO lbs
The conversation was here inter
upted 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 some
one in distress. 1t was surely the
cry Of child for help. We we're all
upon our feet in a moment, and the
lantern was quickly lighted. My hat
was already on my head-or my cap
rather-and l went out with the rest.
All went but the landlord and his
wretched customer who occupied
the settee. 1t was some moments
before l could see at all, the snow
came driving into my face so; but I
soon managed to turn my head, and
then went on. The wind, as it came
sweeping out through the stable, had
piled up huge bank Of snow across
the street, and in this bank we found
a female with a child in j-er arms.
She seemed faint and frozen, but yet
she clung to her child, The man
who carried the lantern held it up to
ner face. The features were half
covered with snow, but the momen-
tary glare of the lantern was suf1ci-
ent to reveal to me face Of more
than ordinary beauty.
"Heavens!' uttered the man, as he
lowered the lantern, and caught The
woman in his arms; "Kate Lockland
is this youY But without waiting
for her reply, he turned to the rest of.
US and cried, "Here, take the child,
some Of you, and I'll carry the
mother"
The child was quickly taken, and
ere many minutes we we're back in |
the bar-room with our burden. The
two were taken to the fire and the
snow brushed from them,
"Who's them?" asked the host.
"Only Kate Lockland and her child
answered the fat man.
"What dye bring EN- in here for"
the host uttered angrilv. "Why |
didn't We take 'em to your own house
Jim Drake ?"
"Cause my own house is too far"
The host was coming around the
bar, and his eye was flashing with |
shame and anger, but before,
he got fairly out, the stout, burly |
teamster who had said so much |
started up.
''Mike Fingal," he uttered, in tones
such as only man confident of his |
own physical power can command,
"don't We put fngeron that woman
don't We doit. If We do I'll crush |
We as 1 would pizen spiderp
Fingal looked the speaker in the !
eve for moment, and then, muter-
ing something about a mans having
a right to do as he pleased in his own
house, he skunk away behind his bar
again.
I now turned my attention to the
young woman and her child. The
former was surely not yet thirty
years of age, and she was truly a bea-
utiful woman-only she was pale and
wan, and her eyes were swollen. She
trembled fearfuliy, and 1 could see
her bosom heave as she tried to choke
the sobs that were bursting forth.
The child was girl about four years
old. She clung close to her mother
and seemed frightened into forget
fulness of her cold fingers and feet.
''Kate Loekland, what in heavens
name are you doing out this night|
asked Jim Drake.
"Oh, was trying to find your own
house, Jim Drake, for l knew you'd
give me a shelter. But 1 got lost in
the snow. l wouldn't have cried
out in front of this place, but my poor
child did. Jim Drake have you seen
George? Oh, God have mercy on
him! Poor, dear George! He don't
know we are freezing and starving
in our own home! No fuel-nO food
no-no'
She stopped and burst into tears,
and in a moment more George Lock |
land leaped to his feet.
"Who called me?" he cried gazing |
wildly around.
Kate sprang up insSinetively, but
ere she reached her husband she
stopped. The man saw her, and for
a while stood riveted to the spot. |
Soon he gazed around upon the scene
about him, and gradually look of
intelligence relieved the utter blank |
of his hitherto pale and maniac face.
.sNo fuel! no food he whispered, |
gazing upon his wife. Starving!
God have mercy! Who was it said
those words? Where am II
George! Georger' cried the wife,
now rushing forward and flinging
her arms about her husbands neck,
"Don't you know me"
"Kate! No fire-there's fire."
GAY George Lockland,'' said Jim
Drake, now starting up; "this aren't
your own home. Don't We know
where We are2"
Again the poor man gazed about
him, and as fearful shudder con-
vulsed his frame, and his hands in
voluntarily closed over his eyes, l
knew that the truth had burst upon
him.
"No fnel!--no food~ he grosned,