A VICTIM OF ILL-LUCK.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2581, 16 April 1877, Page 3

A VICTIM OF ILL-LUCK.

They drew him down in a little handcart. "When the pale rn'oon looked down upon the silent, sleeping city they drew him. When the streets were' deserted and the lamps flickered feebly and balefully, the little cart rolled him down. He knew it not. He slept peaceful!./ aud well. They flung his legs around, arid they were not pacific with his body, but Nothing he cared If they let him sleep on •"■ . ... In the cell .where the janitor laid him, • ;

" Your name, my anxious friend, seems '•'to be Joseph Letwell." "It are, sir." " Is this a case where Joseph couldn't Lelwell enough alone ? " " You are agin me too !" exclaimed Joseph. " There'« a ring agin me in this town, and luck is agin me, and I don't care where you send ,me." "Is whisky the cause of your sorrow, Joseph ? " "No sir. My wife ran away last summer. Then my dog was shot by ac policeman. Then I got sick aud lost, a good job. Thea I was sued, and here, about two weeks ago, my father died and didn't leave me a shilling. I tell you, Judge, the folks in this town have been trying for 10 years to crush me, and I am crushed. I.can't stand up no more. I've fit and fit, but I'm a licked man!" "Whisky fetches 'em at last," observed the . Court! "Groat heavens, Judge! are you mean enough to think I'd be mean enough to go an' drink whisky?" His Honor didn't say. Tie made it three months.—Detroit Free Press.