Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-05-03

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blame to him. for he was highly scint
ed
"Prisintly little man. innocent as "
plaZe. opens the door. 'Wurroo' III
nowls. An was it noble sargint a,
The polls the dirty rascals emptied theil
slops on? Me house is shamed! he hol
lcrs. 'Tltm sailor varmints II pacl
ss very night, he says.
Well pack 'em for We. ould skin
G.A;." replies Crossman. It's to thu
.auks yc'.i 20. NE lad. Where's thin
sailors ye've siamefully shanghaied
Nhcrr agc they. yr ron nv Sathan?
'.Ihip tie old fellow breaks down
IN yell have mercy NV an Ould'-
"'Dy:;." says the Sirgin;.
"'I!2'il 81 ow We the min ye're afther,
whin"s the ould boy.
lead on. MetifS;hoples. says Cross
nan. I'm wc'il consider av yer case
Me,bv ven he afther lettin' ye off vic
twin.y years
"''Ihank ye,' replies tie crimp. III
rimimbCr yer kindness all the days aS
me life. Wan good turn deserves an
other says he.
"'Kecp the change answers Cross
man, mighty polite, AN show us the
min
Gould | struggle wild another? III
try me best. Yer health. sorr. Return
in to me sthory. the father av sin leads
us along passage mighty dark. wid
I'll manner av thruck lyin' round. We
bruk our shins. bumped our heads an
,vore magnificent. Thin he throws
open door.
Here, noble captain he says. ARE
The mn ye're afther. An don't he for
gittin' Yer promise
"'Twinty years. answers Crossman
Yell get ill., ne lad lie turned one av
the min wild his fut. Come i'll, bhoys,
he says. Wen have to pack 'em out ay
this
I'VE filed in. an | was the last in
side. The door slammed behint me with
noise av thunder.
"'Phat did ye do that forT says
CrosSnlan, sharp.
81 didn't says l.
".Ye did, says he. Open the door"
cts glad Id he to do that same
says, but there's circumstances be-
yond me conthrol,' says |, which pre-,
vints. It's locked" says |. Murder! We
should have heard him swear. He
banged the door till it rung.
Iron he says whin he'd tired av
the divarshion. Come this way, bhoys
Now. all together. Well, sorr, 4 ton ay
San Francisco polls hit that door wild a
bang that would "a smashed Il football
team, but pe'er quiver.
Trapped" hollers the sargint. Hin,
nissey,' he says, III have ye dis
charged
"'This mint, sargint,' l answers, II
it PLACE ye For | shmelt quare
shmell. sweet an sickenin', an was
thinkin' I'd niver see Biddy Hinnissey
any more. Wurroo 1t was powerful
like forty drug stores, on'y shtronger.
Thin me head began to 80 round an
round.
Holy shmoke!' says Crossman.
.Chloroform. May the Lord have mer-
cy OH We, Hinnissey" Then he keeled
over an lay quiet. The min banged
about, gaspin' an chokin' an fallin'
over one another for awhile. Thin the
shtuhf got into me lungs. an follows
the sargint's lead an shapes quiet as
q babe"
The reporters pencil raced over his
paper. Have another" he said, while
| catch up
"Thank ye, will so," said Hennes-
sey. Here's to that old crimp. May
the divil soon get him.
We'll, what happened next?
"Sorra thing l rimimber till hears
voice roarin' in me ear an big fut
lands in me ribs. Get up, Jack Smith"
says the voice. 'Ye've had time to
shape off yer drink
"'Arrah, be aisy, Biddy" l says.
Thought | was in me bed at home.
Yer fists gettin powerful heavy. me
girl. Get out wild yer Jack Smiths
grumbled without opening me eyes, or
its combin' yer hair wild the poker III
be"
Thin Il big fist landed on me nose.
I'll tache We to cheek yer officer says
the voice. Be the rod av Moses. sorr
jumps up fightin' mad. but the sight
seed TUX all the grit out av me.
IL was in the middle NV dirty little
room lined wild hunks all round. 1t
was dark an gloomy, an be the light
av a slush lamp saw dozen min sit
tin with the legs av thin danglin' from
the hunks. A big man stood over me
wild raised fist
"'Tumble up he says, Jack Smith.
can I'd be glad to do that same,
says |. An l know what 1t names.
For | didn't like his looks. He wa!
powerful big, hairy an savage lookin'
"'Gitp he says.
"'Now, then replies, 'ye're sphak
in American I got. Up a ladder
stumbles, wild the man afther me hot
foot, an, behave me, whin l got to th'
top nearly tainted from surprise.
rubbed me eyes an hung on to rop'
to keep from fallin'. Water, water ev
erywhere, an a-pitchin' an a-tossin
gray in the distance like the clouds, an
black close by, with a sphark@e a.
froth on the crist av each wave. Th'
big masts rose straight above an made
me dizzy to look up, with the littl
round tops av thin slippin' acrost tn
sky; the wind whistled mournfu
through the riggin', an the heave a'
the vessel turned me sick at me STUN
mick.
"Swab thin decks, Jack. Smith,
saws the big man. Mate he was. SOFT
an hard man, but | wasn't goin' t
knuckle down widout struggle.
Jack Smith yerself,' says |. Hin
nissey's me name: B Al av the Sal
Francisco polls force; a good man, b.
the same token. an no tarry sailor
r.