The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-11-11

Why he can argue old Upton right
out Of his boots. But ye SEQ he S
lost all his best customers now.
They daren't trust him with their
business, cause he amt ever sure
Of doing it. He's got one Of the
bcautitulest little wives YOU ever
saw, and one Of the handsome>t
children. But poor things! l pity
'em. Then there's another thing;
rum operates differently on him
from what it does on most men.
It doesn't show itself on the out
side as it does on almost every
body else, but it seems to cut him
up inside. You see how pale he
looks-well, he's always so when
he's on one of these times. lie
don't eat nothin', and l don't sup.
pose he'll put bit Of food into his
stomach for week to come"
"How long has he been so?"
asked the teamster.
How dye mean? ?"
"Why how long both ways?
How long since he took to drink,
an how long he's been drunk
: now ?"
! "Well hos took a drunk more
! or less ever since he came from
college; but it's about a year that
he's been. down hard ut it. Ie see
folks began to see how slack he
was in his business, and they
! wouldn't give him any job Of con-
sequence to- do. | 'spose that sort
O. set him agoing in this fashion.
And as for this drunk, l should say
he'd been on il fortnight. He's
got down now as low as he can
got ard live, and / guess he'll get
sober in a day or two"
::But where does he get his Ii.
quor?" asked his questloner.
You must ask Mike Fingal thai
| question:" was the Others ans Ter.
All eyes were turned upon the
landlord, who now stood behind the
bar. He was evidently troubled
at this turn, and moved uncasily
upon his high stool.
mike FingaI." spoke the team
ster, "do You sell that man rum "
YES, 1 dn," sac Fellow replied
with an effort, "Don't I sell the
same when you cali for ?"
But | arn't poor drunkard,
and you know it. That arn't no
excuse, Mike. shouldn't think
you'd do it."
But when he wants rum he's
bound to have it, and ifl didn't
let him have it somebody else
would" the host replied.
|
"Now, that's odd," encrgeticaI-
Iy, pursued the teamstcr. "On
the same ground you might take
a pistol and 60 out and rob folks,
because if you didn't somebody
else woald. But that isn't here
or there. The thing is, don't see
what kind Of a heart you can
have TO do it."
The conversation was here in
terruptcd by a sound from the
street. The wind was still howl
ing madly, and the snow was
driving against the window, but
above the voice Of the storm came
the wailing ofsome one in distress.
1t was surely the cry ola child
for help. We were 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 | went out with the
rest. ALI went but the landlord
and his wretched customer who
occupied the scttee. 1t was some
moments before 7 could see at all,
the snow came driving into my
face so; but l soon managed to
turn my head, and then went on.
The wind, as it came sweeping
out through the stable, had piled
up Il huge bank ofsnow across the
street, and in this bank We found
i female with a 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 covered with snow,
but the momentary glare Of the
lantern was sufficient to reveal to
me 4 face of more than ordinary
beauty.
"Hea7ens uttered the man,
as he lowered the lantern, and
caucht the woman in his arms.
kate LockIand is this you 2 But
without waiting for reply, he
turned to the rest Of US and cried,
"IIere. take the child, some Of you;
and Iii 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.
. | -.