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Text for Page 107 [12-20-1861]

	       Cahill and Shepherd.
we arranged a trap for the inevitable Cahill �
and retired.    In twenty minutes I heard the
inebriate coming up-stairs, in his certain
pay-day condition; the handle of Shepherd�s
door was tried, then ocurred a silence,
broken by the request, �Daisy! old stick! won�
you let me in?� and the sound of hands
feeling about the upper portion of the door, where
the three-pound sash over it, ordinarily pendu-
lous, was now propped open, out of reach.
Then followed a splashing of water � Shep-
herd had partially emptied his ewer over the
applicant.     Another, and so long a pause that
I wondered what had happened, when Shep-
herd�s room door opened and he began halloing
to me and Jewitt, asserting that thieves were
in the house, &c.    When we appeared, Cahill
was on his knees in the room, lamentably
drunk and utterly confused as to what had
befallen him!
  21.  Saturday.   Our landlady, unwilling
to lose her only prospect of getting Cahill�s
weekly $5 � or a portion of it � goes upstairs,
on my advice, to Shepherd�s room, where Cahill
is in bed and searches his pockets.     He wakes
up and says he has spent all his money.        She
pulls out his waistcoat from beneath his pillow,               
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