Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-12-22

through before, I've got II now for could
ever stand over a bar, or put drink of
whisky to my lips, without feeling that
little hand on my face, and hearing Mag
gle say father, I'm proud of you since
you signed the pledge2"
The laugh is sure to come in somewhere
when Pat Dillon speaks, warm hearted,
full-blooded Irishman, his big round head
white with the frost of life's winter, but
his heart as young and fresh as boys. He
is ready at all times and places to talk or
fight for his principles. "An its meslf,
bys, has had tirribe timptation,' he says,
"for me an me old woman was bid to tay,
an whin the table was clared, an the
black bottle an the mugs como on, | call
ed out as perlite as ye place, yen have to
excuse me, neebur,' SEE /, Il despise the
maan stuff, an yell niver find me tastin'
a dhrap, no time o. dee
"Och, seq he, it's Good Samaritan
yez got.to be, Pat Dillon SEE he, AN I'll
| fix convenient temperance drink for yez
| in jiffy.'
"'Mony thanks to yez,' says 1, AN its a
nate thing in We ony how, john So
made mesilf aisy, We see, an purity soon he
como back wild brimmin' glass, an was
afther dhrinkin' it down ivry dhrap to
his hilth, but whoosh Ochi Hut divil a
bit of a temperance drink was it, for
smilt the whisky that the dirthy chraythel
had put in to timpt away me sowl, an
thought it was time to show me principles
so l at him like a Christian, an put glass
an limonade, an whisky, right between
his two eyes,"
Pat believes that in the Good Samaritan
pledge he has found the key to all the goot
things of earth, and free passport to Heav
en-. lie contrasts his former degraded con
dtion when he was "a poor dirthy drunk
en- haste, wild plinty o. trouble in the pris
ent world, and a share o. birthstone wait
ing for him in the MKT" with his presen
prosperity, "for Governor Jewell himself,
he says, "riding home in his carriage, feel
no more like 4 iintleman than misilf OF
me way to the Good Samaritan maatn'
wild clane shirt on me back, an mo hal
parted in the middle. An I'll 50 through
this warld jist that way, an whin the blacl
OK trids on me fut, an We put me undo
|
.erity will say includin' me ould mither
alive yit, bless God)ihe died q timperanc
mon. SO I'll live, we see, to see misilf di
respectable. An I'll walk bouldly up t.
the gate o. IIeavn, an knock three times
an st. Pether, peekin' over the top, wifi
he sees it's me-'Its a mistake We are af
Their maxim in the place, me by seq he
fnru p Al ha1 Z Ar
PLACE your Riverence,' seq I, 'ifs no mis-
take at all, at all. Wull We place look a
this bit of paper SEE 1, an hands owe
me Good Samaritan pledge, that I've stucl
to all the days of me life since two year
ago, do We mind, an presently l hears tn
kay in the door, an whin it's wide oper
st. Pether calls out, In wild ye, Paddy
Hugh Mckinley, the orange peddlei
sp oaks sometimes; a man who year ag
was SO noisy and quarrelsome in his drinl
that he was before the police court almos
every Monday morning to answer for
Sunday brawl, while his pretty young VIII
at home and three bright-faced boys wer
suif ering for the necessaries of life. Nov
he works from dawn till late at night
pay of his rum debts, has bought ne'
wagon for his fruit, and snapped his oil
lame horse for a bett er one. He cheers ev
erybody in the meeting with the sight {
his round, fresh, good-humored face, an
closes each recital of his improved fortune
with a jovial ''IIa, ha feel so good, Nj
President 1 feel SO goodv while the youn
wife sitting by with pride and love in he
face, wipes away few happy tears.