The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-10

Taxing from his pocket u Shoe,
nearly worn out, he struck the bar
with it.
''Wifo told me tc have this thing
fixed, as though a mans got money to
throw away"
The boy pulled at his sleeve.
Now, | want you to stop that. I've
stood about as much of your foolish
ness rs I'm going to-
The men drank. Fill 'om up
again" said Bah, striking the bar
with the shoe. No one objected. The
men whom he had joined would have
drunk with HIM all day. They seemed
to have no other business.
Had YOU in he 'boose the last time
you were in town, didn't they, eh?'
asked Nat BoleS.
Eyes, but that's none of your look
out. | generally pay for my whisky
which is more than you a say and
tell the TRUTH"
Il didn't mean any harm by it. You
are getting to be such a crank that no.
body can say a word to you"
''That's all right. You sit around
here and guzzle every day, but if |
udppCu W COIuS W tO"u OhSC III q
while and get a little off, you 60
around singing it."
Il don't do any such a thing. l
merely spoke about it just now
"Oh, l heard of you. Fine joke for
you. Why don't you drink your
whiskyP"
Reckon l want to drink with a
mar that talks to me as you dO?"
Yes you'd drink with the devil"
Ill just show you"
Taking up the glass, he made a no.
ton as though he would throw the
whisky on the floor, but his appetite
being stronger than his resentment,
he drank it and said:
II don't want to have any trouble
with you, Eli. We are too good friends
for that"
They sat down around the stove, for
the weather was intensely cold. There
is NJ place on earth more dreary than
a saloon in a small town, but men stay
there. Yes, for man will stay any
where. When evening came, Eli was
beastly drunk. He had thrown away
the shoe, but the boy recovered it, and
to keep from offending his father by
the sight of it, carried it under his
coat.
Wen 60 home now" he said, TAX
ing hold of the boys shoulder.
ats awful cold for you to attempt
to walk; I'd stay in town, Eli" said a
man who looked with pity upon the
child.
1--WE don't have to walk" replied
the boy. "Our horse is at the stable"
mo, my little fellow, your horse is
not there. Your father sold the horse
when he slipped away from you before
dinner time"
The child burst into tears. His ia
Their declared that having spent all his
money, and that as he could not get
whisky without it, he wouldn't stay in
the Internal town. He vowed that
everybody was trying to rob him, a
belated but not altogether untrue re-
Election. "Come on,' said he, 1--WE
don't care for the snow, do we. Temp"
mo, SIR"
But if you want to stay, we'll
stay"
The child, looking at him reproach-
fully yet affectionately, replied, 81
wouldn't stay here if / knew we'd
freeze to death by going out in the
snow"
'.All right, Macoovey. Come on.
Drunken than an owl. Full as a goose,
Tom"
"Yes, / know"
"What'l the old lady sayp"
"She won't say anything, but you
know she'll cry"
pretty good woman, Tom. Your
mother, amt sheP'
"Yes, SIR"
That's what l thought Man new
er has but n mother, Tom. Never
heard of a man with two mothers, did
your"
mo, SIR"
That's what l thought. When a
man tells you thas he has two mothers,
call him a liar. He may have two
sisters and a front yard full of BROTH
ers, but he won't have but one moth
err"
They were struggling along a lane.
The child's teeth chartered. Cant
60 any further tonight, Tom." said
the father. stopping in a fence corner.
'sJust so tired / can't go any further.
You go home and tell the folks not to
be uneasy. I'm all right. Going
Tompn
"No, SIR"
Early next morning, a traveller dis.
mounted to examine something he saw
in a fence corner 81 will never for
get that sight" said he in speaking of
Il. .sThe boy had his arms around
the fathers purple neck, and had
pressed his cheek close to the rough
face of the drunkard. Both were dead,
and on the dead mans breast, there
lay q little WORKOUT shoe. "-ArkGnsca
Tydveler.