the country, how are you to keep clear of them? Figure me out that."
"I think you'd better vote on the Maine Law side at next election," said I.
"Faith, and I did it last time!" replied the man, with a brightening face—"and if I'm spared, I'll go the same ticket next year."
"What do you think of the Law?" I asked.
"Think of it! Bless your heart! if I was a praying man, which I'm sorry to say I ain't—my mother was a pious woman, sir"—his voice fell and slightly trembled—"if I was a praying man, sir, I'd pray, night and morning, and twenty times every day of my life, for God to put it into the hearts of the people to give us that Law. I'd have some hope then. But I haven't much as it is. There's no use in trying to let liquor alone."
"Do many drinking men think as you do?"
"I can count up a dozen or two myself. It isn't the drinking men who are so much opposed to the Maine Law as your politicians.
