The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-06-20
MOONSH1NE WHlSKEY!
POISON!
Dose for adult, one drop.

over the Killmequick saloon on
Thompson street, The time mid
night
Alligator Sam, tall co!ored man
from Hoboken, poured the poison.
The glug, glug, glug of the
deadly liquid was music to his
ears. He laughed. Ha! ha! but
the sound of his laughter was
drowned by the noise of the mad
revelry going on down stairs.
Alligator Sam was out for re-
venge.,
A month before the opening of
this story Mrs. Alligator Sam,
dusky maid of thirty-seven sum-
mers and thirty-eight winters, had
deserted him and fled from his bed
and board with Weinerwust Jake,
who drove a tripe wagon for
Jersey city butcher. The faithless
wife left only chaos and old clothes
behind. Alligator Sam was with
out means of support.
His wife had supported the fam
lily by taking in washing before she
met Weinerwurst Jake.
Like = trained sleuth-hound
Alligator Sam followed the trail
of the tripe wagon, his erring wife
and her lover.
By day he planned a terrible
revenge and dreamed oft by night.
Alligator Sam had lived among
the Georgia moonshiners in days
gone by, and through all the years
of his Hoboken poverty he had
treasured a small vial Of their
deadly liquor.
He would meet Weinerwurst
Jake, invite him to take a drink;
Jake never refused, and then would
be his opportunity for revenge
poisonous moonshine revenge.
The last May day ball was in
progress at the Killmequick saloon.
The gay 400 of Thompson street
were all there, and the three
stringed banjo was tuned to its
merriest lay. 1t was a social
event that would be recorded in the
history of Thompson street,
"Thake another with me-"
1t was the disguised voice of
Alligator Sam.
Weinerwurst Jake understood
the invitation; he did not pause to
look at the man who had invited
him to drink.
Two glasses were placed on the
bar and Jake poured out copious
drink of Fiji ale. For one brief
moment he turned his head before
raising the glass to his lips. Then
Alligator Sam, with a quick,
stealthy movement, dropped the
white moonshine whisky into the
glass Of ale.
But the fata, deed had been dis
covered. Unseen by her deserted
husband, Alligator Sans faithless
wife stood close behind him.
When she saw the deadly poison
poured into her lovers drink she
winked at the barkeeper. The
barkeeper understandable had
been winked at before. Hastily
siezing black bottle he poured
ten drops of Thompson street
MIX 1S49 whiskey into the
glass held by Alligator Sam.
"Here's to you," said Weiner-
wurst Jake.
Sand here's to you and all other
snakes in the grass" shouted
Alligator Sam, as he drained his
glass to the dregs.
Those were his last words.
A black hand struck the glass
of Weinerwurst Jake and it fell to
the floor, where the deadly liquid
mingled with the sawdust.
Swift as lightning the Thompson
street NXXX lS49 whiskey got in
its deadly work.
Alligator Sam lay down on the
floor, doubled up and died.
Tenderly the spectators lifted his
body and deposited it in an ash
barrel on the sidewalk. where they
knew it would never be found.
Then, in a loud, firm voice
Weinerwurst Jake shouted: "Or
with the dancer
The dance went on.
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