Sour Wines His Undoing

Sour wine has been the undoing of Silas Tolbert, an ebony hued gentleman who came to the city last Saturday afternoon bent on having a good time. Silas, whose life has been spent on a farm for the last ten years, more or less, is usually a quiet, unoffending sort of citizen--that is when he is not indulging in spiritous liquids.

When he came to town Saturday, Silas, according to his own story, had no intention whatever of patronizing the liquor emporiums. But in an hour of temptation he miserably fell away from grace.

Some friend asked Silas to join him in a little sour wine, which by the way Silas says he had never sampled before. Just out of curiosity Silas accompanied his companion to a local barroom. He forgets how many glasses of sour wine he imbibed, but Chief of Police Warren says that Silas must have been quite liberal in his use of the fruit of the grape, since when he arrested him he was hilariously inebriated.

Now Silas has been given quarters at the county jail, where he is to be a guest for ten days. Monday he was very remorseful and was bitterly expatiating on the "weakness of the flesh" when he was served with his morning rations.