The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1894-03-15

ana shaving customer or shampooing
him yith bottle Of Angostura bitters.
Liquor is shipped all over Maine in
side of molasses and sugar barrels, in to-
bacco boxes and inside of big boxes os-
tensibly containing mill supplies and
machinery. Bangor openly sells all sorts
of liquor and is considered the smartest
city in Maine. In Portland the office of
sheriff is said to be worth $4,000. The
sheriff manufactures cigar which he
sells to those who also sell rum. But he
raids these places regularly. It is an
exciting spectacle to see the sheriff with
his foam fecked steed flying toward a
liquor joint of which he has just heard.
He has loud, vociferous chime of bells
on his foam flecked steed, and when he
gets to the door of the rum palace he
climbs out, carefully blankets his horse,
''trigs' the sleigh runner so that he can
not back up, ties the steed in several in
tricate knots and enters the place. By
that time the place is swept and gar
nished, for the sheriff has to get the frost
out of his whiskers, and that takes time
also.
So all is nice and legal there. He sells
the proprietor a thousand of his Stencil
ers cigars, eats 20 cents worth of cloves,
empties the silver dish of calamus root
into his pocket and then goes away to
raid another sink hole of iniquity and
sell it some Cold Slaw cigars.
To be sheriff at Portland is regarded
as the goal toward which all the boys in
Maine should aspire. It is as good as
being president Of the United States and
is less exposed to assassination. Those
who cannot be sheriff hope some day to
marry into his family and inherit his
cigar trade.
At Augusta had a strange experience
was given very comfortable room at
the hotel, and having lost considerable
sleep for several nights, sitting up with
college boys and so forth, read brief
chapter from a very interesting book re-
specting the Worlds fair and retired.
Soon there came from the adjoining
room low whistle. Regarded it as a
signal and answered it as a matter Of
mere sport, as it were. The reply came
back along with low gurgle like that
OF baby elephant dying in kettle of
muSh.
It was snOre.
Following this came quick detona-
ton, like the explosion of paper bag
under a cloud. Then there was snatch
of song without words and nocturne
in something or other.
It was a musical snore punctuated
with the wall Of a damned soul. I sat
up in bed, and the materialized ghost of
my departed hair rose like new aspara-
gus on the old site.
If this We're to be my last letter to my
! friends all the way from Edinburgh to
the City of Mexico and this statement
were to face me at the bar of Judgment,
should still say that I never heard any
thing like that snore since He'll Gate was
blown out in New York city.
Eight years ago at Herkimer. in the
state of New York, a cruel woman who
had promised to love, honor and obey
her husband stole up behind him while
he was reading the Heavenly Twins, "
or some other work, and split open
his head with an ak while he was in
the midst of an unthought think. Had
she truly loved him she would not have
done this. But she did, and then quar-
tered him. He hadn't had dollar for
years that he could call his own, but
in death he had four quarters on his per-
son after his loving wife got through
with him.
After cutting him up like the brother
of Ali Bahia she consumed him in the
cook stove. It took several days, and
| even then his artificial teeth were easily
recognized by those who knew him.
Discovery followed, and SO instead of
a nice second husband she stood in the
early spring on an elevated platform at
the Herkimer Jail, with barred head, to
give her wretched life to the state in part
payment for the naughty act for which
she had been tried.
AS she shot into eternity she gave a
shrek that interfered with my rest for
over a year. I never heard anything
like it till this night at Augusta. It un-
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