The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-11

this fiendish work of his good compan- ion. He slept on and on. His squawky snores beat ridiculous accompaniment to Ashtons strokes.
 His frenzied task finished the sinis- ter repairing artist strung the dangling remnants together and tied them to a lamp post which he reached in the most frequented part of the village He sprinkled them with oil and later hoist ed placard to the top of the post with these words scrawled in black shoe pol ish and scarcely legible: "If Moran wants to enjoy the air Christmas. let him think of the dispensary." Then striking a match Ashton lighted the oil-reeking leather and as the flames ragged he gave loud cry of "Hoop-ee! Hoop-ee!'
 The cries of Ashton attracted the procession of villagers who were on their way to the circus at that hour of the night. Ashton could not have chosen a better time for publishing himself and his crazy business. All stopped. amazed at such scene as never had been witnessed by them be- fore. In teh light where Ashton stood his features were easily recognized by everyone in the crowd. There were murmurs all round when Ashton began his orgies, delivering this short philli- pic:
 Fellow Citizens and Gentlemen: I'll not tell ye until ye find out yerselves. Give mo man with sense and Ill-- - Amt that so - Let i'm just run agin if ho will. Fore I'd give i'm drop I'd see i'm bitin' corncobs and drinkin' balloons! Hoop p-pee!"
 As if an hundred eyes were not gag ing fxedly at him in utter astonish ant ASh fp iS Ae1iriIiDo ctoUPnFn1 through the midst of the crowd. He had advanced only a few steps, how ever beyond the outskirts of the spec tators before Will Bronson, the town marshal gathered him in. To the cal aboose Bronson hurried with Ashton on whose heels few strapplings who had not the price of the circus pressed, all anxiously looking into the glazed eyes of the man under arrest.
 Disorderly conduct and malicious de- struction of property not his own. were the charges written against Ashton. He lay all night on a ruthless concrete floor while pale moon beams filtered through the iron bars seven feet over his head.
 During this episode of the champion of the constitutional dispensary. his shop sympathizer, Bonner lay with his head resting on a pile of mill-dewod boots stacked up against the wall for winter repairs.
 On awakening it took Bonner but lit tle time to gather a tentative account of the movements of Ashton during the night. The last thread took him to the calaboose where he found his bon fire orator in slumber lying in a heap on tho cold floor. Ashton was aroused by a smart shake of Bonner's arms accompanied with boisterous address. The old fellow arose with dust -bedraggled clothes and began to prime his faculties for a review of the wierd work of the night back of him.
 The two began to devise means of undoinG or repairing the terrible wrong to which maudlin phantasy drove the eccentric character. It was finally planned that bond should be made, if his friends could be ral- lied to his support after the outrageous performance in the center of the vil- lage. By energy and persuasion. of which he did not believe himself capa- ble, Bonner secured the necessary bonds.den.
 Orce out of the dark cell of the cala- boo SC, reason and a hazy reflection threw before hina his deplorable acts in l tb bA comedy that shook Waller from cqnter to circumference, Impressed with the seriousness of the affair, Ashton be-