Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-09-29
ANNAPOIIs MD, TUESDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 30 1885,


of snuff, that he takes it himself at
home, behind the door. But come in
boys; its my treat" So 10 they
went and the rumseller pours out the
liquid FIRE for his admiring friends.
They turn off their glasses.
TOLL TOLL
eff them bells would would stop
their noise p said the rumseller. 81
jest wanted to say, | never killed poor
Tom, did I boys"
mo, Dick" replied a young cox
comb, who took Madeira. "but if
Toms ghost should haunt you, tell
him this,n and so saying be threw
himself into a theatrical attitude and
exclaimed:
Thou cans't not say, I did it never
shake
Thy CORY locks at me.
A vaunt and quit my sight. Let the earth
hide thee
Thy bones are marrowlcss. Thy blood is
cold.''
mo, said an old TOPPER" who took
brandy, ''it wasn't you that killed
him Dick; it was your liquor, he he |
he So if the devil should come for
you one of these days tell him / say
he lies" And the crowd would have
laughed, but at that time, rumble |
rumble !! rumble went the wheels of
the hearse right in front of the grog-
shop. How unfortunate | They had
put Toms horse in the shafts of the
hearse to draw his master to the
grave. But the dumb beast had
learned by long practice to stop at
post before the groggery door; and
when he came to the place, in spite of
all the drivers exertions, he turned
aside from the middle of the street,
and stopped stock still at his old
stand An involuntary shudder ran
through the procession.
The rioters came to the door, and
one or two, seeing the difficulty, went
to the drivers assistance. But the
rum-seller lurked behind in his den.
During the brief delay occasioned
by the stubborn animal, a woman's
face, evidently red with weeping was
protruded from window in car
riage next the hearse.
as he here p she asked.
"Is who here ma'am ~ said
Madeira stepping forward. He was
not yet lost to all humanity and good
breeding.
why, Mr.. Jones, / mean"
Yes, ma'am be is inside here
Halloo JONES' be proceeded, turning
toward the shop-door, "come out
here; there's a lady wants to see you"
Jones came out reluctantly. WAS
it me you wanted ma'am ?"
''Are you Mr.. Jones? ?"
That's my name, ma'am."
Are you Dick Jones T"
"Yes ma'am, that's what they
mostly call me.''
Well, Dick Jones, I've heard of
you many time, but never have
seen you before to know you, sir.
But / know you now. Yesl / know
you now. I'll not forget your face
neither; that nose and chin, and those
eyes. / think / can recollect them,
till the Judgment day, sir. You'll
have to answer for this, Dick Jones,
that you will" and uttering fearful
scream, she wrung her hands In
agony, and fell back upon the carriage
seat A bust of sympathetic grief
arose from the followers of the hease.
Madeira wept like child, and even
the hearse-driver wiped bis eyes; bat
old brandy" and the rum-seller shed
not tear.
Jones was much relieved that the
procession started on again; the roll
ing of the carriages, and the measur-
ed tread of the footmen passed by,
and the street was once more silent.
"Well," said he, 10 q soliloquizing
way. ''I'm right sorry for Tom; but
bis is an uncommon case; one of
thousand
But hold, Mr.. Rum-seller what
right have you to kin one
"Onc Of thousand |" You ought
to have said, "One Of thirty thous-
and,n for its only some thirty-thous-
and die from alcohol every year, in
our happy country. Only some eighty
to eighty-fve such funerals every
day, Sunday included. As to weep
ing fathers and mothers, brothers aud
sisters, half-starved and degraded
children, and beggard and broken
hearted wives, I'll leave you to
count them up for myself
a bye-stander remarked. Pm told
bis body turned very black, before
they got him in the cofin.n
Ah ! yes, his body il shut mp in .
drunkard's coffin, and Is going to
drnnkard's grave. At the last trump
it shah awake to shame, and ever
lasting contempt But his soul, where