Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-05-08


and horror at his changed appear.
lance.
His hands, thought the father. 'art
like chicken clawsl Could that pale
shsdowy thing be Jacks muscular
fst2
'Is the sun shinin' out side papi
asked Jack, for his fathers presence
had frightened up the CELL
Yes, said the old man. hits q shin
in right smart, but hits so dim in
hyar, ye KANT see it.
Hit air dim in hysr allus,' said the
prisoner, tell fer leethle taste O. sun
shine pears like I'd perish
'Ye'll get better now, said the faith
er taking the invalld's thin hand In his
brown, horny one, and awkwardly
stroking it. 'Why, yer hand, said he
by way of a joke, is so thin an white
hit looks ennanmous' like q streak o
light
i low ! look like a afternoon shad :
er, anyhow said the invalid, feebly.
4 KANT hold out much longer
Yer mouths dry, honey, said the
anxious father, unconsciously going
back to childhood's way of speaking
to him. 'Hyar, let pap gin ye IA leetle
sup O. water ter wet it.
But the prisoner closed his eyes and
| sliOhtlv ahnok his head.
Jest drap, cosxed the father. .jes
matter O drap, Jackie, honey
Not thet thar water said the prison
er rousing up. 'Thet thar prison
water makes me heave. Oh, fer a
drink outer the spring at home! seems
like I could drink hit dry
Old Bigby felt frightened; he was
no part of nurse, and the changed
appearance of his son still shocked
him.
'Hit looks like good water, said he,
hit does. Try q sup
But the sick man refused, and his
father welcomed the entrance of the
jsiler.
Here, Jack, said the official, my
wife's sent you some soup; try and
take it,
But the invalid still refused. Il KANT
eat hit, he cried.
'What do you crave for7' asked the
jailer.
Sunshine an fresh air. cried the
prisoner, rousing up. EFF l could on
ly get out whar the sun'd shine on me,
an the mountain air would blow op
me, an whar l could see the peak O.
old Baldface rollin' up behind pap's
house, seems like l could get up an
run a mile.'
You should ha' thought Of all O.
that afore you went to monkeylng
with the revene, said the jailer.
Il never thought ez how I'd be
cotched, said the prisoner sullenly.
But it does seem hard said old
Bigby apologetically, 'fer man to
suffer so much-eenamous' pay with
his life fer maxim a few gallons O.
wild cat liquor like that
The government don't want it, said
the Jailer, undertaking to explain the
revenue system. 'but it don't want you
to have it neither
We'll, now, that doas look curious,
said old Bigby. What kahn it matter
ter the gov'ment2 En- what he con-
tlnued, as the jailer was enable to an.
swer the question, 'en what's man
to do with his extra crop O. corn when
he KANT get to the market7 We uns
lives on the side O. the Baldface, en-
ter haul our crap to market costs
purity nigh as much ez the crap is
wuth. En- this year, OWN fer one ac-
cident en- another, the crap piddled out
O. the small cen O. the horn. Hit
didn't pay ter haul that leet,e bit ter
market fer the mite O. they'd pay fer
hit. En- we uns war hard up; we had
nary sugar ner coffee-jest bread an
a leetle bite O. meat; en- Jack sez,
sezzee i hain't agwine ter stand hit /
hain't, III jes haul the corn over ter
Stillinger's still en- turn hit inter bug
juice. Hit'll fotch nuff ter buy sugar
an coffee. ~
so he hauled hit over ther ter the
still every bit O. our crap we had ter
spare, en- the stillers stilled hit on
sheers, The shotes they followed Jack
en- the revenue they followed the
shotes en- bursted up the still. en-
throwed out the mash en- the beer en-
the whisky en- away went our years
crap at lick. En- wussur an all they
cotched Jack. Stillinger he got or
way--en the revenue took en- brung
Jack to Atlanty.'
Then you didn't get no sugar. nor
coffeeT said the jailer as old Bigby
paused.
Nary drap,' said he mournfully,
shaking his grissold head, en- we lost
our leetle crap besides. But what's
sugar en- coffee ter Jack being tuck?
Me en- his ma and the gals wish we
uns had never heard tell of coffee and
sugar. What's coffee and sugar ter
Jacks lyin thar q perishin' away
weaker an baby?' cried the old man
in tremulous voice.
Here the sick mans nerves rave