The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-02-02

| DeueNe.s must make him stop drinking.
Charley, dear, you are man; do give
me some advice"
Charley grew grave in moment.
+" You are right, Alice, he said. I'VE
must put our heads together to save
Jack Quimby. And if for your sake
alone, dear girl, | shall sit awake all
night thinking how it can be done.
Give me twelve hours to concoct some
scheme that shall bring Jack out Of the
mire, and make his frequent .swear-ofis'
of some permanent value. Now, don t
fret any more. Finish that pretty thing
and send it to him. / must away to
seek counsel Farewell, and Joy be
with you" And he rushed away in
time to spring on a dummy at the risk
of death or mutilation.
IF it can be done, Charley will do
it," said Alice, Cheerful ly. 20 Jack,
I'Jack, if you could but understand how
much trouble you are giving u.s.
Jack Quimby saw the old year cut
and the new year in according to the
usual fashion of such ceremonies. And
he awoke with the same old head, only
intensified by deeper and more varied
rotations. While he was celebrating
whether it was worth while gett ng Up
at all or not, q knock came at his door,
Immediately followed by couple of
young fellows, faultlessly dressedin the
regulation visiting costume.
. Come, come, Jack! You're a nice
fellow for a calling chum. Over forty
V sits to make today, and you not up
yet, and they dragged the Unfortunate
roysterer from his bed and watched his
hurried efforts at dressing with uproar-
ious mirth.
g Deuce take you both," said Jack;
didn't you bring an eye-opener to help
a fellow outP'' The eye-opener was
produced, in the shape of pocket-hask,
and under its cheering influence Mr..
Quimby was soon ready for the road.
We shall not follow him to the various
houses he favored with his presence. He
was consc entious about drinking the
| health of fair hostesses, Individually
and collectively, and it was quite late
in the evening before the Quimby car
riage halted before Judge Benton's
door. Alice had been anxiously expect
ing him all day, but when a gush of
cloves preceded his entrance her heart
sank within her. Jack felt the impor-
tance Of a soter appearance, and his
bow was cold, almost stern, and full of
the most preternatural gravity.
II wish you, Miss Benton, the COM
pliments of the season." he said, in
slow and deliberate accents. There
was not a solitary '.r'' in this sentence,
for Mr., G uimby knew from past exper-
fence the danger surrounding that conso-
nant at this stage of the proceedings.
"Judge,I am delighted to see you look
ing so WE'LL an this time the bow was
directed to a stir, high backed chair,
an heirloom in the Benton family.
"Sit down, Jack, and don't be silly"
whispered Alice. after greeting his
friends. ''Oh, you wicked boy! VIII its
the matter with your eyes? And your
necktie has slipped up under your ear.
How your gloves are stained with clar-
etr'
Vintage of '42, Miss Benton,'' said
Mr.. Quimby, with a pronounced .hic-
cough. "' And he duafed off the cold,
black wine but excuse me. am mis-
taken in 5supposing that you asked me.
for songP'' S1 Ga& sIsI &
"Now, do be quiet, Jack, and don't
| sing,' and she pushed an easy-chair to-
ward her demOralized visitor, who sank
into it with q deep groan, and declare ed
in sepulchral voice that if her father,
the Judge, would step this way, he
should Ike to make his will, as he felt
the chill of the tomb stealing over him,
and dwelt in the shadow of the dark.
angel wings Half an hour later Mr..
Quimby was supported to his carriage,
and Alice registered a solemn vow that
unless her cousin plan was conclusive
ly and permanently effective, she would
never be Mrs. -Quimby, if she had to
live and die an old maid. r8 q
On the evening of Mr.. Quimby's calls
half dozen young fellows sat together
in the private rooms of well-known
re taurant. Alice Benton's cousin was
chairman.
Boys" he said, "we must all of
us make raid upon Quimby to-mor-
row. You, Jack, will be the deeply-in-
suited husband, and you, Tom, the hon
est capitalist whose money Quimby has
borrowed and squandered. Dick, Il
want you to play the undertaken from
whom the coffin was engaged, and Bill,
you can appear as the man assaulted by
Quimby the angry man, who has de-
termined to appeal to the laws of his
country forredress in the shape of heavy
damages. The Office group will no v re-
| hearse. " Tata1i sat a
The conspirators agreed, and Charley
Elmore gave them their parts, and in
sisted on a full-dress rehearsal before
the close OF the session. The BOYS were
all of them keenly alive to the stu
alton, and, besides their ambition to
carry out the joke, felt that it was really
a serious matter, as tending to lead to
Jack Quimby's permanent swear off.
cit is his last chance,n said Gilmore.
g | tell you, boys, if we dom cure him
this time saltpeter won save him, and
we shall never dance at Alice Benton
wedding, SO far as Jack Quimby is con
cerned. !" And the boys all swore they
would do their level hest.
It was bold Ian, but among Mr..
| Quinlby's many failings they knew that
forgetfulness was one of the most
prominent, and that he seldom remem-
bered in the morning the occurrences
that took place over night.
When Jack Cuimby awolxe on the
second day of the year he had vague
idea that he was on the threshold OF
| spontaneous combustion. Never" he
groaned, Were my coppers so in
formally hot before. If do not ioin
some Temperance legion ere the day is
over am lost man. Despite these
reflections Mr.. Quimby dressed him
self, and after good round of stiff
cocktails, walked to his Office and fell
into the regular business groove.
"Great Scott Quimbyrp said one of
the clerks, what head you've got on
you. Well, you must have been going,
the pace, yesterday. | say, old man,
you ought to get to bed Just as soon as
you poss bly can. . But (,uimbv
scowled at the junior and went on add
ing up figures as if he felt as fresh as the