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Updated: May 14, 2025
And then the dealer leaned down upon the bar and remained in deep thought for a very long time, to the still greater surprise of Sandy, who could not comprehend what had come over his employer. "Aint you well, Mr. Graves," he at length asked, breaking in upon the rum-seller's painful reverie. "Well!" he ejaculated, rousing up with a start. "No, I am not well." "What is the matter, sir?"
See there!" she continued, grasping his arm, and dragging him up to where the miserable wretch lay. "Look at him! Bill Bill!" she continued, stooping down, while she still held tightly the rum-seller's arm, and shaking the dying man. "Bill Bill! Here he is. You said you wanted to see him! Now curse him, Bill! Curse him with your dying breath!" And the woman's voice rose to a wild shriek.
He said nothing of his dream, nor of that horrible idea of going to the rum-seller's hell, and becoming a devil, filled with the delight of rendering mankind wretched by deluging the land with drunkenness. "What are you going to do then?" asked Sandy. "Why, the first thing is to quit rum-selling." "But what then?"
That when there are none to desire liquor, the rum-seller's traffic will cease. And all the while society's true benefactors are engaged in doing this, the weak, the unsuspecting, and the erring must be left an easy prey, even if the work requires for its accomplishment a hundred years. Sir! a human soul destroyed through the rum-seller's infernal agency, is a sacrifice priceless in value.
But the rum-seller's guides paused not, and he kept steadily onwards after them, shrinking now into the shelter of the houses, and now breasting the fierce storm with a momentary desperate resolution.
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