Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1878-03-16

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not essayed, like some of their fool
ish elders, to the potion which
makes them feel as gods and act as
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"I say, Brice, let's have cham
pagne," cried Phillips, when the
supper was over. Let's have the
pop of the corks, just for tonight. "
For Phillips had made one or two
journeys to New York, and affected
the reckless humors Of juvenile
Anacreon.
Ned Moore rose. II must 20,
Phillips. I promised to be home
early"
mot till you have tasted Brice's
dry wine. Not a STEP"
Il can't touch liquor, you know,
Phillips. It makes fool of me. /
don't like to stay and be q Killjoy."
"You needn't touch it Sit
DOWN. shouted dozen voices.
Ned sat down. The pleasant,
easygoing fellow, they all knew, was
No obstinate spoil-sport. Presently
~ tasted the vine to please the
Eolhers. He could not bear Nquon
Phillips might sit and tippIe slf
night and be comparatively cool and
sober in the end, but q single glass
made fool of Moore; the second
made him q madman.
Nobody had ever known him so
witty. He kept the table in q roar.
The means of such fun was there in
abundance, and they urged him to
drink more.
When Charley Hill drank, he
grew surly. "You've had enough"
he growled. "You'd better 90
home, Moore, to your mother. Il
wish she and Clara Wilson might
see you, and I'll call on Clara in the
morning, and tell her how and where
I left her sweetheart"
Now, in fact, Ned cared more for
bis old ohum. Hill, than for all the
Claras in the world, but he was in
no mood to be jeered about wom-
an, so he faced Hill, white with
rage.
You play the spy, do your Cow
ard"
As I said, the liquor made him
very surly. He was reused at once,
and struck Ned full in the face.
Ned was the slimest of the two, and
fell heavily to the ground. He
sprang up and closed with him and
was thrown again and again, before
their companions could separate
them.
Hes little fellow beside you!
cried Joe Wilson, holding Ned back,
trembling and colorless. SHANE
on you. Shame, HIM."
He stood dumb and sulky. But
the hqsox sod defeat had drisen
Moore qass< mad
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