Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-05-30
PIMPED UP WITH WHISKY.
The Experience of Revenue officer
Near the Town of SpikevilIe.


From the Philadelphia Times.
A remarkable story has just come to
light in which figure moonshiners, rev.
enue officer, beautiful mountain maid,
cupid and bicycles.
In the summer a suspicion which the rev.
enue department has long entertained
ripened into certainty that there was an
illicit still somewhere in this vicinity which
was producing large quantities of noun
tain dew" The local officials being well
known TO the inhabitants, the department
gent here Z young man from New Y rk, one
Jack Dickson by name, whose instructions
We're TO ferret out such information as he
could get, while apparently occupied solely
In fishing. hunting and otherwise passing
a months vacation.
The program was duly carried out Dick
sen hunted and fished and kept his eyes
open. but not even a Whit could he get of
the forbidden liquor
Naturally ne had to seek his Information
with the utmost care, and fearful of arous-
Ing suspicion by direct inquiry, he confined
his efforts principally to keeping his eyes
open and his mouth shut.
One day. nearly two weeks after his ar
rival. he took his fishing rod and journeyed
in direction not hitherto taken. Trying
many mountain streams. he caught a Few
fish, but his spying efforts were vain as
heretofore.
Evening came on, and. not knowing his
fl getting out of the underbrush onto a
wagon road Undecided which direction to
take. he paused by the roadside a moment
when an apparitiOn darted around the bend
OF the road which fairly took away his
breath. A bicycle in this wilderness, and,
what is more, ridden by most attractive
girl. She saw him. of course, and as he
admitted himself to he lost. she directed
him how to reach her fathers farm house,
extending a cordial invitation to stop, with
all the free good fellowship for which our
girls hsreabout are noted. Then mounting
her wheel. she sped away. while Dickson
hurried behind.
The farmer insisted upon his staying all
night. and he did so. 1t was a case of love
at first sight Dickson, being an expert
whealman himself, was captivated by the
beautiful mountain rider. Moonshinars
Were forgotten in the next few days. With
In week he had his own wheel sent hither
by express, and was more than pleased to
comply with Sallie Newman's laughing Or
ders that 1t must he kept at the farm
Every day they went out together, starting
from the farm in the afternoon and riding
through the leafy byways, frequently stop
ping at the residence OF Sallies aunt in the
Village for supper, and going home in the
moonlight.
Weeks sped away. until one day Dickson
was rudely awakened from his dream of
bliss by peremptOry order from. Wash
tngtOn TO return home. his mission having
proven fruitless. Sadly he started out with
Sallie for final ride All unconscious of
HIS NttSs same INVITED MIN upon his
Strange silence. and then challenged him
10 a race. Away she sped, and he was
Eorely tried to keep at her side Neither
noticed the fragments of pane of window
glass. dropped on the road by some an
lucky farmer, until too late
Hold on; our tires are puncturedr'
shouted Dickson. jumping from his wheel
''By the great horn spoon, what's that?''
he added. gazing with Amusement at a siny
stream Of liquor squirting from both front
and rear tires. A moment later the whole
Eitu&tlOn fell upon him. "Oh you little
moOnSh nar!' he murnIuTed. and then he
Jet his wheel fall and sprang to catch Sal
lie. who had swooned
For six weeks the valiant Dickson had
been assisting unawares the moonshiners
by carrying whisky in his pneumatic tires
inserted at the farm house and deftly re-
moved 10y Aunt Jane in the village.
Did he arrest the guilty maid? Not
much. He resigned his position and mar
riei her, and the happy pair now live in
philadelphia. where they are often seen on
q tendem in the park
1t is scarcely necessary to add. the tires
are now inflated solely with air.