A VICTIM OF ILL LUCK.

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 71, 13 July 1876, Page 2

A VICTIM OF ILL LUCK.

They drew him clown in a little cart. When the pale moon looked °fl| upon the silent sleeping city tliey him. When the streets were and the lamps nickered feebly and fully, the little cart rolled him down. Hj knew it not. He slept peacefully jjj well. They flung his legs around) AH they were not pacific with his body, ''ifl Nothing- he cared If they let him sleep on BH In the cell where the janitor laid him. " Yoiu* name, my anxious friend, 9 to be Joseph Letwell." 9[ "It are, sir." iifli "Is this a case whei*e Joseph Let well-enough alone V JH " You are agin me, too !" excltfJß Joseph. " There's a ring agin rue i r> ,j|H town, and luck is agin me, and care where you send me." J^M 1 ' Is whisky the cause of your so!! bH " No, sir. My wife ran away I mer. Then my dog was shot by a man. Then I got sick and lost a Then I was sued, and here, abo U 'JH| weeks ago, my father died anc *, leave me a shilling ! I tell you, folks in this town have been ten years to crush me, and I am cr6 TjflH I can't stand up no more. I've fit but I'm a licked man !" i.J^R " Whisky fetches 'em at last," the Court. J^m "Great Heavens, Judge ! enough to think I'd be mean enough an' drink whisky?" «£^H His Honor didn't say. He three months. "^H