Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-02

Tell US before we sink TO repose whether
breeze, within few days, In your part OF th'
countryS-CiHeinadfi ooasaIereidl- Garette.
Not Whit, other than that which tht
Commercial Gazette daily watts hithel
from Cincinnati. As a bore for coal oil
you are so great success that the politiea
atmosphere of the whole State. and of the
whole nation, smells of the unearthed in
wards of your exploration We have
noticed that on the breeze, of course
Everybody has noticed that, day and night
and Sundays. The eternal stars are blue
with it. Yes, your bore for coal oil is q
triumph, a victory. II has gone through
and reached the gas, and tossed all the
machinery of the government into the air
and caught IRE, and the cOnfiagratior
thereof makes glare and roar over al
the other social, civil, political. and religious
affairs of the Republic. We hare noticed
that, If you call that "a whiff." But il
the smell, and the din, and the flame, you
ought TO preserve and possess the sweet i'm,
partiality of your senses TO the extent OF
perceiving that a candidate in the republi'
can party opposed 10 yOur candidate may
have no other scent of coal oil oil him than
that with which your bore has filled
and crammed all the elements.
Keifer is quite as effective a foe
of the coal-oil boodlers as Kennedy.
New, Mr.. Hslstead, stick to your proposed
programme. 1t Is the wish of y0,ir friends,
in the eighth district. Not that your con
tinued interference will make any differ
ence In the result, but because they have a
high admiration for you as a journalist and
man; have stuck by you through thick
and thin. and do not wish TO have either
pleasant memories ObScured or present
amicable relations disturbed. Stand by
yourself, Mr.. Halstead, and we will stand
by you. And give Bickham a rest for two
weeks. He will keep"
The Pittsburg Dispatch, of late date,
has one of the most interesting and sugges-
tive articles on the saloon question we have
ever seen. 1t gives an account of a Pitts
burg man who had disposed of his liquor
shop, and gives the cause of the act. A
friend Of his gives the story, in full as fol-
lows:
Its rather funny story. Smith. you know.
lives on Mount Washington, right near me.
where he has all excellent wife. a nice home
and three As pretty children as ever played out
doors. All boys, you know, the Oldest not over
nine, and all about the same size. Smith is a
pretty respectable sort Of citizen, never
drinks or CANDLES, and thinks the world Of his
family.
~ ell, he went home one afternoon hast week
and found his wife out shopping or something
of that sort. He went on through the house
into the back yard. and there, under an apple
tree, were the little fellows playing. They had
a bench and some bottles and tumblers, and
were playing Keep saloon lie noticed that
they were drinking something cut - Of
had \ towel tied around his waist,
and was setting the drinks up pretty free.
Smith walked over and looked in the pail. Ii
was beer. and two of the boys were so drunk
tnat they staggered. A neighber's boy, a
couple OF years older, lay asleep behind the
tree.
my God. boys. you must not drink that.
he said as he lifted the six year-Old from be-
hind the bench.
IVES playin' sloon, papa an l was sellin'
it Just like you said the little fellow.
Smith poured out the beer, carried the drunk
en boy home. and then took his own boys in
and put them to bed. When his wife came
back she found him crying like a child He
c ime back down town that night and sold out
his business, and says he will never sell nor
drink another drop Of liquor. His wife told
mine about it. and she broke down crying
This is q true story. but the name was not
smith.