Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-08-16
why QuIMBY swoRE OFF,

JACK toulmby awoke with bad head
ache. This was no new sensation to Mr..
tSulmby. 1t was as old as the eternal
mills, for Jack was bibulous soul. and
MS head was not proportionate to his in
cllnation for strong waters. He loved
drink, not for its sake, but for the mad
merriment. the bowl provoked, the song.
the Jest, and the anecdote, the maudlin
fraternal embrace, and the pledges of
everlasting friendship. He occupied q
responsible position in q Front Street
ottioe-for despite his deep and insatia.
bic thirst Quimby was an excellent man
of business. N - - NN'''t' =
II look" said Mr.. Quimby, as he
ruefully surveyed his crimson counte-
nance in handglass, ST look like a
billed owl; or the last run of shad: or the
breaking up of hard winter: this WON'T
do; Ill have to swear of, or the cold and
silent grave will soon claim this manly
form for its own, and Jacks ewes suf-
fused with tears, for the fumes of the
last round of nightcaps were byno means
There never was better Christian
ruined by dissipation than the under
signed, he continued, and then. as his
eyes lit on a bottle on the bureau. he
said, with deep sigh of gratitude.
Thank heaven, there is a snifter to
brace up oE."
Mr. Quimby's toilet was slow and pain
ful this morning. He looked at the
cold water with q shudder, but finally
worked himself up to washing point.
He was. long time getting his collar un.
buttoned. he dared not shave, though
ne usually performed that office every
DAY, and he marked with q groan thai a
new plmple had taken it's place on his
forehead. N-'
CLEARLY" said Quimby, 81 must
swear off. There are only i've days left
OF December. Then the new year and
plety, aud much consoled by the self
promised reform, he left his room to
make feeble apology for breakfast.
"a few hours later and MIR. Quimby was
hlmself again. 1t had taken much ar
thcial aid to bring his restoration about,
put Mr. Qulmby played the good sanar-
ltan to himself with the most liberal
cheerfulness. A hair of the dog" was
one OF his most cherished maxims. The
trouble was that he began with the hair
and usually concluded with the whole
hide. Two young and pretty girls sat
IN handsome mansion on California
Street. 1t was not Mob hill, but near
enough to breathe the aristocratic at
mosphere OF that locality. One, a
blonde, was making mouchoir cast for
New. Year 8 present, and on the lid her
ialr fingers were embroidering the ini-
tials J. Q.
cannot imagine how you endure
that fellow, Alice" said the other, .He
never comes near me without reminding
me of spice factory. Why, he must
exist on cloves and cinnamon and that
sort OF thing. / am sure he drinks. I
have heard him talk 80 strangely, and
one night he began song and burst out
crying In the middle of it. Bob had to,
take him into the hall. He could hardly
walk. Bob said it was his emotions. but
am sure it was whisky or some hor1id
drink" scsS} sts
'' Nonsense" said Alice Benton,
slack is so finely strung that the least
thing affects him. jack is dear fell
low, is Jack. So good-hearted and
clever, They dote on him at the club. J"
.Perhaps so, reioined her friend,
bnt it must take fortune to keep him
in clothes. By-by. I must get down
town to match, that lace." And with
one of those natty little love, ,you.for-
your-mothe- kisses the girls exchange,
Bessie Morris skipped away.
Alice put another stitch in the curl of
the J, and examined it critically. Then
she sighed, put her work aside, and fell
INTO tit OF detected musing. 81 wish I
was not 80 fond Of MIN. I am running q
fearful risk, they tell me, in marrying
him. Bat what can 1 do?s L cannot
give.him up. Iwould if I could" And
Alice, in true feminine fashion, began to
cry.
T" Tears, idle tears, know not what
ye mean, cried merry voice in her ear,
and a tall, manly young man caught
away her hands and laughed heartily at
her look of distress. "How now, coz, I"
he said, soothingly, "what has gone
wrong? Are there to be no calls this
year? Does the stern parent legislate
that the basket shall be hung on the
outer wall, and no beau allowed to taste
our cake and wine? Out with it. Tell
me oil, and by yonder drowsy policeman
on the corner l swear to right your
wrongs"
"Oh, Charley" said his cousin, Sit
is all about Jack. You know his irregu-
lar habits-that's what you men call it,
1 believe. Unjust make him stop drink
ing. Charley, dear, you are man; do
give me some advice"
Charley grew grave in a moment.
Is You are right, Alice" said he. eve
must put our heads together to save Jack
Qaimby, and if for your sake alone, dear
girl, I shall sit awake all night thinking
how it can be done."
If it can be done, Charley will do it. !"
said Alice cheerfully. "Oh, Jack, Jack,
if you could but understand how much
troubleyou are giving u.s." "a f,sA.
. Jack Qnimby saw the old year out and
the new year in according to the usual
fashion of such ceremonies. And he
awoke with the same old head, only in
tensifed by more deeper and more var
led potations. While he was deliberat-
ing whether it was worth while getting
up at all or not, a knock came at his
door, immediately followed by couple
of young fellows, .faultlessly dressed in
the regulation visiting costume.
f"Oohe, come, Jack? You're a nice
fellow for calling chum. Over forty
visits to make to day and not up yet
and they dragged the unfortunate roys-
terer from his bed, and watched his hur-
ried efforts stPiressing with uproarcus
mirth. 3 saE W 81 - Fl
It was quite late in the evening before
the Quimby carriage halted before Judge
Rentons door. Alice had been aAxiously
expecting him all day, but when gush
Of cloves preceded his entrance her heart
sank within her. Jack, felt the impor-
tance of presenting sober appearance,
and his bow was cold, almost stern, and
fuIl Of pro&arDat1rral gravity
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.. Quimby knew from past experience
the dangers surrounding that consonant
at this stage of the proceedings.
Judge. am delighted to see you look