Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-06-16
Black
Rock
By RALPH Common
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|Ibde good paigh and sent it 'ome reg
'Ipr to my poor old mother. She's in
- wukus now, she is. Oh hain't sent
~ hany for a year and a 'alf. Once
lily was a good fellow and 'ad plenty
friends; now Slavin ITSELF kicks un
out, e does. Why? Why" His
foice rose to a shrek. Because when
Billy 'ad money in lis pocket hevery
nhn in this bloomin' camp as meets
.n at hevery corner says, 'Ello, Billy,
Hht'll we ave? And there's wisky at
and there's wisky in the
hacks, and heyery 'oliday and hevery
sunday there's wisky, and wen we
|eel bad it's wisky, and wen We feel
bod it's wisky, and heverywhere and
always it's wisky; wisky, wisky! And
1bw ye're gOin' to stop it, and 'ow?
Die manager, e says picters and mag
Zines. e takes lis wine and is beer
|Dze a gentleman, 'e does, and 'e don't
I've no use for Billy Breen. Billy,
|e's beast, and the manager, e kicks
th bout But supposin' Billy wants
30 stop bein' beast and starts a-tryin'
Id be q man again, and wen 'e gets
kood an dry along comes some un
md says, 'Ello, Billy, ave smile? it
mint pcters nor magazines 'ud stop
In then. Picters and magazines!
9awd 'elp the man as hain't nothink
nut picters and magazines to 'elp un
81 Zen 'e's got devil hinside and dew
81 houtside a-shovin' and a-drawin' Of
Ia down to ell. And that's were Oim
goin' straight, and yer bloomin'
Xepgue, wisky or no wisky can't 'elp
#ne. But" and he lifted his trembling
tands above his head, eff we stop the
Fisky a-howin' round this camp yell
top some o. these lads that's a-follOw-
~ me ard. Yes, you, and you. and
#ouv And his voice rose to a wild
cream as he shook a trembling finger
It one and another.
"Mon, it's fair grewsome tae hear
i'm" said Geordie. Hes no canny."
Ind, reaching out for Billy as he went
tumbling past, he pulled him down to
seat beside him, sayin: "Sit doom,
id; sit doom. Well max a mon o. We
et." Then he rose and, using many
Is, said. "Maister Chairmon, a doot
Fe'll just haze to gle it up"
"Give it up" called out Nixon. "Give
b the Lacquer
ghusky. It's nae that guild anyway,
nd it's a terrible price. Mon, gin We
lang tae Henderson's in Buchanan
treet. in Gleska, we ken, yell get mair
or three an saxpence than we wull at
LAWNS for So. an it'll no pit ye mad
Ike yon stuff, but it gangs doom smooth
IN saft-like. But" regretfully, vel
% can get it here, an I'm thinkin' II
hist sign yon teetotal thing" And III
e strobe to the table and put his name
own in the book Craig had ready
hen to Billy he said: "Come ava. lad
bit yer name doom, an We'll stan by
b."
Poor Billy looked around helplessly
Is nerve all gone, and sat still. Their,
Fas n swift rustic of garments, ant
IRIS. Mavor was beside him and, in
oice that only Billy and l could hear
hid:
you'll sign with me, BillyT
Billy gazed at her with a hopeless
polk in his eyes and shook his littl
cad. She leaned slightly toward him
milling brightly, and, touching his arm
emily, said:
"COme, Billy; there's no fear" and i
lower voice, God will help you"
AS Billy went up, following Mrs. Ma
or close, hush fell on the men unit
e had put his name to the pledge
hen they came up, man by man, an
igned. But Craig sat with his hea
own till touched his shoulder. II
polk my hand and held it fast, sayin
yer and over, under his breath:
"Thank God! Thank God!'
And so the league was made.