The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-01-25

Jack Fogarty looked changed as
be ontercd the saloon. All the boys
saw that something had gone wrong
aud were quiet for a moment, coniect-
uring as 70 what could have swept
across se usual even tenor Of his way
He did not 90 over to the bar and call
for a ''l.ot Scotch rs was bis went
in the ierg, cold months, nor did he
sit down Z the second deal table and
spread i ; feet across the top Of one
Of the cuaoiy beer keys instead he
inspected TIE faces Of the half doz-
en present with iiasty glance, aud
! then walked over to the stove, open
led his hands TO catch the warmth.
with a half puzzled air
Are you sick, old man - ques-
toned Tom Fletcher, in some sur
prise. acting as Spokesman for the
assembled party.
No" came the low, yet firm re-
ply.
Been out of town.
No >
Been run IN by the cops
~Well, for the love Of heaven.
take a bowl and tell US what's gsne
wrong? ?"
"i'll tell you what's gone wrong,
answered Jack, firmly, but not
Il bowl; | have drained my last
glass.
Checking the circumstances
which were on every mans lips,
with a move OF his hand which de-
manded silence, burly Jack Fogartg
continued IL his blunt, anpo!ished
tone:
Boy you known when I lef
here tor home on last Saturday
night with my weeks wages spent
and a brain naddened by whiskey.
All remembered the occasion, re
mained silent, and the speaker went
on;
When / got TO the room where
Aunt Peggy and lived toeether for
Eve years. the place looked SO desc
late felt ashamed OF myself Thcre
was no fire, no kindlIne nor coal 10
make one, and there was not sit
to eat IN the old goods box Which
served as a cupboard. The old
lady was lying on her couch, trcmb-
ling with the cold, and | cursed her,
forgetting that she was over sixty
years old. She never said q word
about being hungry, but just cried
little bit, and piled down across
the bed, shoes and all and vent to
sleep. When / awoke Sunday
morning, i was from a dream that
some one was trying to choke ne
to death | felt something cold |
about nay neck, and partially rails
ing up saw that II was Aunt peggy's /
arms. They were as cold rs ice, I
dear old wrinkled things and their !
touch made me shiver. Her face
was hidden from me IN TIE bolster. |
20 / tried to cover the arms and I
warm cm. This ! managed 10 do /
in . hail manner. and then closed !
my eyes to sleep again. But those !
old arms were so cold that ! conld !
not, SO / called to the old lady to
give me a show. She did not an
swor, SO after time | coRtriycd 10
ges oat oi them, and looking dowa /
III her face saw that she was dead I
IL frightened me nigh on TO death /
10 think that she had died 50. and (
fell 10 thinking how good she had I
always been to me, and hoE When
had beaten and cursed her -ac
had never resented, not even d
word Somehow or other ! ca1hl
not help thinking that was m3l- /
lr responsible Tor lfer deat.i
though. oi the long weeks ana 4
month. when she. though always in I
poor h th. had had no med!eiae (
lani somo days no food. llew 4
would 20 of on sgrees aud leave
her aii alone for days AZ q time. aud /
then ! concluded that whis key aul 1
Jack logarty had together Killed
her. Before | got up 70 a.arn the 4
, ueighhofs. ] made solemn resolution I
that would never swallow another I
drop al liquor | kissed those dear I
Gead, dumb lips aud whispered ia +
Tho eYCr-to bc-deaf ears ti.g re.l. /
I ] bad made, and though her ee
didn't change, t.i happier ani
morc manly that had taken ness i
oath. | did nos have money enough /
60 buy tho o.d lady q sngoul. aud (
80 CHARITY bad - pat hcr away. iti
was rcagh boys, you bei aud f..t
like deserved 10 he in The cJliia +
iins'ead of chief and sole m1lraer .
( NoE, ana going back - my wo.k
along shore, and before 1 20 want
to Say 70 you all. that ! ani through
g.tA Tie pas, lie Forever. / hsi .
been hummer long enough, aad F..
the first man VINO tries 20 lead me
of. God help him =.
Jack story WAS concluded. and
aiier he had given the boys a part
ing alnd-clasp and left the BAR
room, Tom Fletcher enDtiei the
contents of his schooner into the
saw-dust spi,toon, and swofe that
he would make hash Of any white
livered knave who attempted TO
make ight Of Jack FogarJy's new
departure.
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