The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-01-15

and gasplng,-"l want some bread
and butter
Nov. look here" said the foot
man; I've done wrong in letting you
in at this door. [ see you are drunk.
You go at once. Go peaceably."
II entreat you" | exclaimed, ''have
consideration on me- | must have
some bread and butter"
Mr.. Newberry," said the footman,
calling the butler from the dining
room, ''here's an intoxicated fellow
got into the all. Help me to turn
him out before the gentle folks ar
rive"
To escape the ignominy ef expulsion
left of my own accord. | walked
down the drive. [ turned twice and
looked behind me- [ saw the red
waistcoat and breeches of the footman
through the glass. He was watching
to see me off the premises. The butler
was at the dining-room window. l
could see his white tie. Detected.
scarce able to walk, | staggered
through the lodge gates.
| met the gamekeeper, who told me
that Mr.. Cudmore lived a mile and
half off, on the other side of the moor.
[ resolved to visit him. /. would not
have done so had | been received and
entertained elsewhere, as his acquaint-
ance was not one [ cared to cultivate;
but under the circumstances, | could
not hel o myself: There was no train
back till 4.29 P. NJ, three hours and a
half hence. | must have something
to eat before then. It would take me
another to reach home Four hours
and half more Of starvation was to
me an uncomfortable thought. | felt
that [ could not go on so long with
out food. [ did not ask for much;
one piece of bread and butter would
be enough to keep me alive, If the
bread We're cut in a thick slab, and
the butter laid on with a trowel.
There is much nutriment in butter,
as much as in bread. That is why l
always insist on butter with my bread.
The mile and half across the moor
seemed endless, and cost me long
ramble. There were numerous paths
over it, and I did not know which to
take. l had forgotten the directions
of the keeper. lost my way.
At last 1 reached Mr.. Cudmore's
house. He was miller As ap-
preached, l met a boy busted over
with flour, probably his son. [ asked
if the mi ler was at home.
"Yes," was the reply; ''at home,
and has friends y
Friends! To dinner?" | was re-
lieved.
Eyes, | reckon"
I fastened to the mill. Ny heart
beat furiously with hope As l drew
near | heard rough b voice singing, then
a chorus Of hoarse bass, regardless Of
time and tune.
The voices issued from the mill [
went in. Miller Cudmore was there,
wi h three men: A great jug of cider
stood on the four-bin; each Of the
men had a glass in his hand.
Directly Cudmore saw me, he knew
me, and shook hands affectionately;
then, with an oath, insisted on shsk-
ing hands a second time, then a third,
then on his companions shaking hands
with me. "All jolly good fellows!-
very jolly. jolly companions every
one. Bank holiday" Evidently the
men had been drinking. Whitsun
Monday is universal holiday. Friends
had come to enjoy the day with him;
and how could it be better enjoyed
than by getting drunk? Their coats
were white with flour. The flour was
in their hair; their red, damp faces
were busted with it. They sat on
sacks, filled with grain, or on -four
bins.
Nov, then-begin again. shout
ed Cudmore; and in hoarse voice he
Yelled
Old Affs9s h T1s 1uTHtiRg Tasg-SG a1re
Tally Tally hol Tailyeho!
soGar aH5sf snf hi dfs9f good ae
Tally y-ho! Taily-hoI Tally-ho!
The Tally-hoes were sung in dis
cordant chorus, with much spilling Of
cider from the glasses, which were
waved over the heads Of the drinkers.
"By George!' exclaimed Cudmore,
interrupting his song, 'our good friend
the school-master, has no drink.
Here, man! there's no other glass, so
just join lips to the Jug" Then he
roared FORTH
Old ATseqtt he heard Of spnSay morn,
Hoy shs 9s faf sa 9s he iadq in
AN Taiiyhos TaH5 s!fIEs !lfF Ta2Ro, hS
HifyeR i hyls 5h5Glfh SSsFnfy
Drink, schoolmaster, drink"
shouted Cudmore. Look y here lads!
this school-master is half parson,
and won't drink good cider. Open his
mouth and pour it in
Il will take sufficient" said /, ''but
[ entreat you to allow me a piece Of
bread and butter with it. I cannot
drink on an empty stomach"
Dash mel" roared the miller, ''the
chap has got an empty stomach.
Now you are lucky dog to have so
much room for cider. | wish we had
your luck. Look here, lads! knock
the school-master down, and we'll |
pour cider into his empty stomach till
he's chuck-full.''
II eutreat you, forbear! They could
do that with feather, [ was SO weak
with hunger, exhausted with my walk
and frail through sickness.
"We will-we will, by George! un-
less you finish the Jug at draught.
Shall we not, Simon? What do you
say. Dick Eth, Thomas Langworthy?"
His companions acquiesced. They
caught the jug from me and peered
into it. "Oh, the sneak! he hasn't
half emptied it. Drink again, or we'll
have you down"
I was forced again to apply my lips
to the jug. and take a long draught.
Then could no more; [ dashed the
cider out Of it on the floor, turned,
and sprang throug the mill door.
I heard a shout, then the tipsy men
rushed after me, swearing horribly;
but I hid myself behind the stable