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But the first drink was sure to be followed by a hundred or a thousand more. Once while in a state of beastly intoxication at Rushville, my father came for me and took me home in a wagon, and for two weeks I scarcely stirred outside of the house.
But as soon as I got to Indianapolis the pent-up fires of appetite blazed forth, and while on the way to the Union Depot to take the train to Rushville, I gave my friends the slip, and, sneaking like a thief through the alleys, I sought and found an obscure saloon in which I secreted myself and began to drink. I was once more on the road which leads to perdition.
"The Thomases, the Wilsons, the Frisbies, and the two Cantwell old maids?" "Everyone except Miss Frisbie. She's gone back home to Rushville, but she's sending her sister on to take her place to-morrow. I saw Dory Hargrave in the street a while ago. You know his mother was a first cousin of old John's.
He opened the bottle and held it to my lips, and I saw that the bottle was full of blood. Again and again did he deceive me. Exhausted at last, I sank down in the snow and begged for death to come and end my life, but instead, a company of citizens of Rushville, whom I knew, gathered around me and a glass of whisky was handed to me.
My first lecture A cold and disagreeable evening A fair audience My success Lecture at Fairview The people turn out en masse At Rushville Dread of appearing before the audience Hesitation I go on the stage and am greeted with applause My fright I throw off my father's old coat and stand forth Begin to speak, and soon warm to my subject I make a lecture tour Four hundred and seventy lectures in Indiana Attitude of the press The aid of the good Opposition and falsehood Unkind criticism Tattle mongers Ten months of sobriety My fall Attempt to commit suicide Inflict an ugly but not dangerous wound on myself Ask the sheriff to lock me in the jail Renewed effort The campaign of '74 "Local option."
"I've heard of that place," said Stanley. "I am willing to go if the rest are." "If I go as far as Rushville I might as well go on to the Sanderson home," said Songbird, who could not get Minnie out of his mind. "Well, we'll leave you off after we have interviewed the ghosts," answered Dick with a laugh. "Do you believe in ghosts?" asked Stanley with a faint smile. "No. Do you?"
Reflection My remorse The memory of my mother A young man's duty Blessed are the pure in heart The grave Young man, murder not your mother Rum A knife which is never red with blood, but which has severed souls and stabbed thousands to death The desolation and death which are in alcohol. My next move was to Rushville, where I opened an office and commenced practicing law.
At Rushville Flat Rock Creek waters rose with a roar, and clanging fire bells warned the people to flee. The entire business section was submerged. One person met death in Muncie; one in Newcastle; one in Rushville, and five in West Indianapolis.
"Not so much fun when you are hazed yourself, is it?" asked Sam coolly. "We'll give it to 'em yet," put in Bart Larkspur. "Lots of time between now and the closing of the term." And then he and Koswell ran off to join Dudd Flockley. The three went to their rooms and cleaned up as best they could, and then took a walk down the road in the direction of Rushville.
"I'll be back, don't worry," said Songbird, and away he drove at a swift gait, leaving the Rovers and Stanley in the roadway in front of the house said to be haunted. It was certainly a lonely spot, no other house being in sight, for Rushville lay under the brow of a hill. The boys stood still and listened. Not a sound broke the stillness that surrounded the deserted house.
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