Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-11-04
for today. never drink till business

Tor to-day. never drink till business
hours. See?'
Yes, l Gee, and you're right about IL
100. wish | didn't. But you see a
man gets diSheartened and has to brace
up. Work, work, work! Plod, plod.
plod. and what does it all amount to.
any way? Wish were dead! Itsall a
horrible grind without any letup. You
reckleck, don't you. the old gag that
Mllliken. or MallOck, or some such
name, got of when they were all talk
ing about Is Life Worth Living?' He
said that you must recklect that man
works in order 20 get food that he may
get strength to work to get some more
food in order to get some more strength
TO get more food, so that he may get
strength to do some more work in order
to get some more food, and so on for
ever. Pretty state Of affairs. isn't IL?
Heigh-ho."
''Aw. don't feel o downhearted, Sam.
I'm beginning TO feel iirSt-rate. What
you need is another calker."
Don't neither said the man, tits
the ruin OF me. You said 50 Yourself:
know you did, heard you.'
law, no. | didn't mean it, If did!
Cheer up, Old fellow: you're all right!
John, bring us two more hot Lochna-
garS, and have 'cm strOngm
Thout sugar in mine, John: same
old thing" said the man. "Oh, damn
it. what's the use? Yes, will, too.
No, won't Say, Tom, I'll tell you
what Wen do. Let's stay here and
drink little till the elevated cars are
not so full as they are now and then
we'll make night Of it,"
But | thought you had some bust
ness to attend to this evening. about
that three hundred dollarS?"
"Well, that'll have to wait" said the
man; Il guess it will be all right. Be
sides, man may be in bed, or out OF
town, or something. Mans always dom
somethin' or other. And l feel just
like having something to stir me up.
My life is awful melancholy, Tom. II
don't look out trouble will drive me
to drink. Tain't so much hard work,
Tom, old man, as it is trouble, trouble,
trouble. Nothing but trouble for me
ever since my Aunt Katie died. She
was woman, Tom; she was a woman,
and l loved her like a brother-loved
her like my own shole Say, when have
you seen Tom Ruggles? Poor Tom!
zawl gone TO the devil with drink! Do
you ever go church, Sam. 90 to shurch
sometimes. Shkinda nice amt ii, to
hear 'em sing by cool SiloamS shady
rill?' Carries me back to childhood.
Dam il, John. bring us two more Lock-
nagars Got to go and she a man bout
$500. Must be straight as string and
look straight. Hates drunkards, he
does. Hates 'em worse than the itch.
How is your wife and children, Tom?
All gone TO the dogs through drink?
Well well well who'd have thought
it,"
"Shay, look here, Sam Williams! !
don't like to have you speak about my
wife in that way. Don't sound 'Spcct-
full. 'Tain't right. Few do it again,
III get up aud go"
Beg you pardon" said the man. II
didn't mean II. | was thinking about
poor RuggleS. Zup on the Island. Gone
to the devil through drink. Worst case
ever heard OF. Why, l could weep
when think Of that man. See? That's
one of the things that's going TO drive
me to drink to get money TO get some
more drink to get some money to get
some more drink to drink-Oh, damn it!
the things all mixed up. Zohn bring
US two more hot COchnagars 'thout
sugar"