The poor old commonwealth is in a bad way, and it needs just such boys as you two are. The war started us downhill, but we might have done better I know I might. The earth was too rich it made life too easy. The horse, the bottle of whiskey, and the plug of tobacco were all too easily the best and the pistol always too ready.
That night again, there were meetings and whiskey and more talking, louder talking, speeches and resolutions. Next morning a committee waited on Mr. Wickersham, who received the men politely but coldly. He "thought he knew how to manage his own business. They must be aware that he had spent large sums in developing property which had not yet begun to pay.
By dinner, his brain was well clouded and the panic forgotten. By bedtime, with the assistance of Scotch whiskey, he was full not violently nor uproariously full, nor stupefied, but merely well under the influence of a pleasant and mild anesthetic. Next morning he awoke with parched lips and mouth, and with sensations of heaviness in his head which quickly passed away.
Jason, whilst I was saying this, and a great deal more, made me signs, and winks, and frowns; but I took no heed; for I was grieved and sick at heart for my poor master, and couldn't but speak. "Here's the punch," says Jason, for the door opened; "here's the punch!" Hearing that, my master starts up in his chair, and recollects himself, and Jason uncorks the whiskey.
At first sight, Whiskey Centre certainly offered little that was inviting; but a closer study of his countenance showed that he had the remains of a singularly handsome man. Vulgar as were his forms of speech, coarse and forbidding as his face had become, through the indulgence which was his bane, there were still traces of this truth.
The captain said to him: "Any one with half an eye can see, sir, that you have been at my grog." James became virtuously indignant. "Captain," said he, in a thick, guttural voice which indicated whiskey, "you judge me wrongly"; whereupon, falling on his knees, he clasped his hands, and in the attitude of prayer began as follows: "O Lord, forgive the captain.
Whiskey Bill is a racer, not a mule team," Miller said, laughing. Steve loosened the center-fire cinch of his pony's saddle. He noted that there was no real geniality in the fat man's mirth. It was a surface thing designed to convey an effect of good-fellowship. Back of it lay the chill implacability of the professional gambler.
Whenever this affinity, established by virtue of mutual tastes, is on the sense-plane only that is, when it is because two persons both like their roast-beef rare; or their whiskey diluted; or their wine iced we are apt to find the result in a mistaken idea of sexual affinity, which wears itself out for the reasons already stated, because there is no reservoir from which to draw.
"It war me," he said, "dropped in, not finding ye downstairs. Let's have a drink." The master gazed at Uncle Ben, who, owing to his abstraction, had not yet wiped his mouth of the liquor he had imperfectly swallowed, and was in consequence more redolent of whiskey than a confirmed toper. He rang the bell for the desired refreshment with a slightly cynical smile.
It seems that at heart we are both menders." "I began on dolls," said Barbara. "And I began on guinea-pigs." A footman entered with whiskey and soda on a tray. Barbara rose. "Shall I pour you a drink?" "A very little one, please." She poured him his drink, and once more seated herself at his feet. "After I graduated from the P. & S.," said Dr.