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Title: Ten Nights in a Bar Room

Author: T. S. Arthur

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Release Date: December, 2003
First Posted: March 12, 2002

Language: English

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TEN NIGHTS IN A BAR ROOM

BY

T. S. ARTHUR

CONTENTS

NIGHT THE FIRST--THE "SICKLE AND SHEAF."
NIGHT THE SECOND--THE CHANGES OF A YEAR.
NIGHT THE THIRD--JOE MORGAN'S CHILD.
NIGHT THE FOURTH--DEATH OF LITTLE MARY MORGAN.
NIGHT THE FIFTH--SOME OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF TAVERN-KEEPING.
NIGHT THE SIXTH--MORE CONSEQUENCES.
NIGHT THE SEVENTH--SOWING THE WIND.
NIGHT THE EIGHTH--REAPING THE WHIRLWIND.
NIGHT THE NINTH--A FEARFUL CONSUMMATION.
NIGHT THE TENTH--THE CLOSING SCENE AT THE "SICKLE AND SHEAF."

NIGHT THE FIRST.

THE "SICKLE AND SHEAF."

Ten years ago, business required me to pass a day in Cedarville. It was
late in the afternoon when the stage set me down at the "Sickle and
Sheaf," a new tavern, just opened by a new landlord, in a new house,
built with the special end of providing "accommodations for man and
beast." As I stepped from the dusty old vehicle in which I had been
jolted along a rough road for some thirty miles, feeling tired and
hungry, the good-natured face of Simon Slade, the landlord, beaming as
it did with a hearty welcome, was really a pleasant sight to see, and
the grasp of his hand was like that of a true friend.

I felt as I entered the new and neatly furnished sitting-room adjoining
the bar, that I had indeed found a comfortable resting-place after my
wearisome journey.

"All as nice as a new pin," said I, approvingly, as I glanced around
the room, up to the ceiling--white as the driven snow--and over the
handsomely carpeted floor. "Haven't seen anything so inviting as this.
How long have you been open?"

"Only a few months," answered the gratified landlord. "But we are not
yet in good going order. It take