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JULY 3, 1890.THE WATERS STILL TROUBLED.Unsuccessful Attempt to Ailay the Tempest at Big Bend.Ed. Freeman About 3 o’clock on Friday afternoon, while the thermometer was standing quietly at 98 in the shade, a middle-aged man might have been seen walking rapidly along the principal street of Big Bend. He carried a light portmanteau grasped firmly in his hand, and out from under his white straw hat he glanced from left to right with an uncertain look until his eyes caught the genial countenance of the Lodge Deputy, who was sitting under a tree in the yard looting for a breeze which might be straying in that direction. Then a smile . of recognition passed between the two, and with a We have been looking for you,” both passed in under the shadow of the home-roof.The next moment Mr. Lunn, Grand Worthy Patriarch of the Sons aad Daughters of Temperance, called for a drink! The evidence of this is purely circumstantial, based on the sudden and rapid movement of the pump-handle.A few hours later, as the twilight deepened, and the soft mellow light of tne moon seem to whisper: Come into the garden,Maud?” whitedressea and fluttering fans wore seen gathering at the Hall, where the worthy dignitary expected to throw oil upon the troubled waters which threatened to wreck one of themost prosperous temperance ships in his line. Little knots of people gathered here and there whispering with white lips. One side of the story and then the other was poured fnto the Patriarch’s ear, and, as air was scarce, when one party or the other paused for breath he endeavored to stroke down the elevating fur, until a call was made to the secret chamber. Then the great door was closed and guarded which separated the Brotherhood 'from the outside world. The midnight hour ap proached and they were still there. When at last they emerged, the eager questions were only answered by compressed lips and au ominous shake of the head which has not characterized the Big Bend Division in the past,The next day one of the members became a little indiscreet and let out the startling intelligence that for four long and weary hours the gentleman had cried: Peace, peace, yet there was no peace !” Big Bend.
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Daily Freeman
Waukesha, Wisconsin, US
Thu, Jul 03, 1890
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