The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-02-03
THE MORNING AFTER
WHY NATHAN REESWAX JOINED
TEMPERANCE RANKS.
Graphic Description of Sensations Elk.
perienced After a Night with the
eoys"-When Ice Water Tasted
Like Ambrosia and Nectar.

Fellow citizens, I'm sick" said
Nathan Beeswax to a circle Of adj
mtrers. There was too much refresh.
menJ circulating last evening. | be-
gan with beer, shifted to old Pepper,
finally worked my way round to
Mumm's extra dry and then went off
in a trance. When l woke up this
morning | thought | was somebody
else. | caught a glimpse of my re-
Election in a mirror and my face
frightened me so l screamed. You
can't imagine how I felt, because
broke the record of misery. No man
ever did feel like / did and live. ]
reached for the ice pitcher and took a
gulp. For a minute I thought | was
in heaven. That water tasted like
ambrosia and nectar. Thirsty? Don't
ask me trivial questions. The temper
ature in my system was so high that
my breath set my mustache on fire.
1t was completely destroyed. No in
surance. | made four efforts to get
out of bed before / realized the fatu-
u futility of essaying the impossible.
/ moaned in my agony. l was hot one
minute and cold the next, while a
ciammy and continuous perspiration
added interest and enjoyment to the
proceedings. Every little while strange
rigors would seize me and when I
finally dropped into a fitful slumber
| dreamed that an alligator was lying
beside me and tanning me with his
long red tongue. Nightmare? No.
sir; this was an alligator. Holler?
Why, I'll bet four dollars they heard
me yelling on Edisto island. Now
hearken to me: Nathan Beeswax, as
a booze comedian, is no more. I've
Joined the Apollinaris brigade. Are
you on?"
How did you happen to accumulate
such a riotous jag, Mr.. Beeswax?"
asked one of his auditors.
well, the material vas available.
my boy, and the time somehow seemed
TO be o%pportune. l had been unhappy
for several weeks and yearned for
the company Of a few frolicking sem
sations. l wanted to feel glad, as it
were, and forget about a bet / made
on a horse last week that stopped in
the stretch and asked for water. 1
opened the performance with beer,
but / soon came to the conclusion that
if l wanted to experience that Joy
which passeth all understanding /
would have to switch. So l chased a
whisper across the bar and a bottle
of crimson fluid connected with my
good right hand. Ere long l was too
merry for anything. My money also
began to annoy me. | couldn't spend
1t fast enough and when l met a
stranger from Mount Pleasant l asked
him if he would allow me to give him
$40. He said he would oblige me with
pleasure, but he'd like me better If
I'd make it $40. The suggestion
pleased me so that wept from sheer
joy and handed him the $40. | was
now at the champagne stage of the
game and the rapids were just below
me. l vaguely remember meeting a
longshoreman and asking him who his
favorite poet was, but 1 can't recall
what he said. Shortly afterward the
automatic piano began to play The
Holy City and when the instrument
reached that Jerusalem note my
soul slipped out of its socket and
passed away. But this morning-don't
worry, 1 won't go over it again. Here
after address your letters to me in
care of the Total A~bstainers' society.
Are you on? Then break awayI-
Charleston News and Courier.