The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-08-06
THE LAST GLASS--THE FIRST
FEAST.

"Why. you careless man, you've
been and broken your glass;" said a
smart locking young landlady, with
"A quick tongue, to one of her best
customers. who spent the bulk OF his
wages at her husbands house, and
kept his wife and family in rags and
misery.
Nonsense, missus," said the man.
Saul Hobson by name; II haven't
broken your glass"
But you have then" she retorted,
impatiently, annoyed at his contra
diction "jast look at that crack F.; DO
you mean to tell me that crack was
there when you took your dirk ::
x,,s-sSs isnosls~e, ft agsinsv vpsss.-
thing, that you have-why, the glass
is utterly ruined"
"All right" said Saul, pacificalIy,
in Il rather mau,llin tone, for he had
already drunk IA great deal.
"risn't all right" said the pro
veked landlady "it's ali wrong, and
| can tell you you shall not leave this
house without paying for the glass
you have broken"
Nonsense !" said Saul "you
know me, and you ought to believe
my word. | didn't break that glass.
/ You don't mean that"
Il do mean it," she said.
"Bes- my heart and think what
an old friend am Of you and yours !;
/ you'd never be SO hard upon IA poor
fellow as that? Besides, L know l
/ didn't. break it,"
"You did break it !" she eXcIaim-
ed, still more angrily.
Then Saul Hobs, n grew red in his
turn.
VERY well missus, he said, stern
ly; whats to pay ?"
"Fourpence ;and twas worth every
farthing of the money, too"
He flung down four penny pieces
noisiy upon the table.
"Thefe, then and now the glass is
mine, and l can take it home?'
"OI course you can" she rejoined,
haughtily and s1rcasticalIy, "if
you've mind to go filling up your
place with poor broken stuff like
that. Take it and welcome"
There's no welcome about il T've
With these Words r5fut tYot,sou.~s-=s
to leave the '"Three Fawns," carry
ing in his hand the broken tumbler.
Atlhe door he met the landlord, who
had been out.
Good evening, Saul where are
you going off to, man ?"
Home" said Saul.
"Home? nonsense - said the land
lord /; "It isn't nine O'Clock VET
you've been in no time at all, man {;
what's the matter 2"
PA better not speak any more in
this house, for my word isn't be-
! lievtd."
sally" said the landlord of the
"Fnrte Fawns," turning look of
annoyance on his buxom partner be.
hina the bar, "what haye you been
quarreilng with Mr.. Dobsou about ."
Nothing, Mr.. Hart he's broken
a S"'a> and had to pay for it. that's
ALL"
II didn't break it," said Saul.
"Had to pay for it? Give him back
the money this moment. Is this
how you manage my business when
my back is turned? DON'T you know
better. Sally. than to treat an old
friend and good customer in
such Il way? What's the price of "A
tumbIer? Come back, Saul, and for
get AL about her folIy,' urged the
landlord.
"No, thank YOU" said Saul, not
smiling nor yielding in the slightest
degree to Mr.. Hart's good nature and
Establishments. 81 shall keep my
word and go home"
So saying, he left the house.
"You are beauty to quarrel with
Saul HobsOn," said the landlord, an
grlly, to his wife, and there ensued "a
war of words between the pair W hich
we need not chronicle here.
There's no sense in your being SO
savage, Mr.. Hart" said his wife,
amongst her other speeches; "that
man will be back in few nights at
furthest, as sure as my name is Sarah
Hart"
But the Iandlady's prophecy was
destine / to be unfulfiled.
Sam HObson took his way to the
desolate, barely furnished room he
called his home. His wife looked up
in surprise as she saw him enter.
With dry humor. that she hardly ap.
preciated, he sat the broken tumbler
on the table and said.-
/ "Thprp Fan whaf do ,,o,, 4l;.I- - 3