The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1902-06-07

made good l,slgh ana sent Il 'ome reg
ulGr 10 my noor old mother She's in
tie wukus now. she Is 81 hain't sent
ca haAy for "A scar anl 'alf Once
Billy was good fellow and 'ad plenty
o fs.ea1Gs ROW Shssta '.SEef A.e,.a un
bout. e does. Why's Wnys~ His
voice rose to.a Shrek Because when
billy MD money IN rs pocket heyery
man ia this blooniin' camp as meets
un az heVery corner says. 'Ello, Billy.
wat'n ye 'aveT And there's whisky at
Slaylu's. and there's whisky in the
shaclss, and hevery oliday and hevcry
Sunday there's WHISKY. and Wen ye
feel bad it's whisky. and wen ye feel
good it's wisky. and heyerywhere and
Railways it's wisky. wislly, wiskyl And
now ye're goin' 20 stop II. and 'owY
The manager. e says picters and mag
azines Il takes lis wine and is beer
like a gentleman. e does, and e don't
ave no use for Billy Breen. Billy,
'e's a beast. and the manager. e kicks
un bout But snpposin' Billy wants
10 stop beiu beast and starts a-tryin'
20 be man acaln, and wen e gets
good an dry along comes some un
and says, "Ello. Billy, ave a smileT IL
hain't picters nor magazines 'ud stop
un then. Picters and magazines!
Gawd 'elp the man as hain't nothink
but picters and magazines to 'elp I'm
wen 'es got devil hlnslde and dew
II houtslde a-shoSln' and a-drawin' of
un down to ell. And that's were Ofm
a-goin' straight. and yer bloomin'
league. WHISKY or no wisky, can't 'elp
me- But" and he lifted his trembling
hands above his head. IF ye stop the
wisky a-howin' round this camp ven
stop some o. these lads that's a-follow-
In me ard. Yes, you, and you, and
YOU And his voice rose 20 a wild
scream as he shook trembling finger
at one and another.
Mon. it's fair grewsome tae hear
him." said Geordie. He's no canny.'
And, reaching out for Billy as he went
stumbling past he pulled him down e
a seat beside him, sayin: "Sit doom
lad: sit doom Wen max a mon O Va
yet" Then he rose and. using many
RS, said. "Maistcr Chairmon, a doot
! wen JUST haze TO gle IL up"
Give II upY' called out Nixon. "Giv'
| up the league?"
INA, ma. lad. but JUST the wee draI
whusky. It's nae that guild anyway
and It's a terrible price. Mon, gin y,
/ gang tae HendersOn's In Buchanan
street. In Gleska, We ken. yen get mail
! for three an saxpence than We wull al
| Slayin's for s.. an it'll no pit We mac
like yon stuff. but II gangs doom smooth
an saft-like But" regretfully, vel
no can get 1t here, an I'm thinkin' III
JUST sign yon teetotal thing" And nj
ne strobe 10 the table and put his nam,
down I'm the book Craig had ready
Then TO Billy he said: Come ava, lad
Pit yer name doom. an wen stan b,
ye."
Poor Billy looked around helplessly
his nerve all gone and sat still. There
was swift rustic OF garments. anC
Mrs. Mavor was beside him and. IN ,
voice that only Billy and could hear
said:
you'll sign with me. Billyr
Billy gazed az her with a hopeless
look I'm his eyes and shook his little
head. She leaned slightly toward him
smiling brightly, and. touching his arm
gently, said:
Come. Billy: there's no fear" and il
lower voice, God will help you"
AS Billy went up. following Mrs. Ma
vor close, hush fell on the men unit
he had put his name TO the pledge
Then they came up, man by man, an'
signed But Craig sat with his hea,
down till touched his shoulder. III
took my hand and held It fast. saying
over and over, under his breath:
THANK God! Thank Godw
And so the league was made.