The Newtown bee., 1892-07-22
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THE BOSTON STORE.

beautiful this doorway to perdition. Down with it! It shan't stay there while I've life or strength left!''
 He began to tear the colors from the doorway and threw flag after flag to the ground, while Al Rider hustled about, not daring to lay hands upon the infuriat- ed man.
 'See you thief. there are your flags, fought for the stars and stripes, and I'll see lem in the dust rather than over l the door of a foreign robber!''
 "Your shtop! Dis is my place and it ain't your bizness. Vat I shall care ved- der you fight or not; come ere to make money; let pc dose vlags, say."
 "Yes. I'll let 'em be when I've ground 'em to atoms," cried Will.
 "Get i'm hold onto i'm, and call de patrol. I'll be ruined! Mine cousin in Minneapolis, he make a vortune init de Convention, and no one droubles him. I fix mine place so fine; de oder Conven- tion comes to Chicago and dey call me a goot fellow, instead of to pull dem down."
 ''What do I care about the convention? If our politicians were men who cared for the nation, would they let such fel- lows as you come here to make devils of us Americans with your internal liquor selling. You've robbed me over and over, and 'twould be blessing to the country if l throttled you!" Wills manner was so threatening, the saloon keeper was becoming really alarm ed.
 "You keep shtill, 1 say; bay license, and de law will brodect me. Will some one call de police? He'll do meeschief -ah, 'tis here; dat is goot.''
 Sure enough, the patrol had arrived and hustled Will Shewel away without ceremony. He was locked up as drunk and disorderly," while he who grew rich on the degradation of American born--her bravest and best-stood com- placently outside his door, roping in others as he had Will, remarking to those who had witnessed the scene of the afternoon:
 Americans pc queer peoples; dey drink, den dey apuse me. " shan't I haf vlags? 1 bay my license, and, if de volks should like ret, vite and blue, " not? It is so goot as any oder"
 The following morning, the papers gave startling account of suicide com mitted by drunken man who had been locked up for interfering with the rights of "loyal citizen" In his hand was found crumpled note which read:
 Dear Kate Pm sober now, and, when you read this shall have written "finis'' to & mighty black page.
 can't tell you just what did, but as long as such men AS Al Rider and their wretehed saloons exist, there's no hope for such as I. Good bye, dearl You've have done your best. Join those good women who arc trying to drown the saloons. If I had any faith in myself or any influence, I'd try to live to help them vote it out. But I've hope in anything any more. When my Government protects a foreign tramp in his right to des- troy me and jail me, old soldier, who fought and bled for my native land, because was maddened to see our blood dyed flag prostituted to decorate his murderous door, don't believe the women or anybody can do any good. thought was done with the drink forever when left you yesterday-onr country's birthday, but can never be a man with the saloons lining every street, and am only curse to you and Mamie. My heart died when realized, last night, that my gov ernments against me, too. While it takes the license money, it will always be the same old story for me and the others fellow like me. So it's no nse. Forgive me.-[wILLl -GITpiou