Ann Arbor Tales

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"[...]boxes were the stenciled labels-plain enough to be read distinctly across the street-"Perth Whiskey." But it was not that he had a pride in what certain of his fellows were wont to call his "independence." It was simply that he drank-drank when he chose; paid for what he drank; and drank it like a man-a Southern man, honorably. The real trouble was not that he saw fit and cared to drink, or what he drank; but that he drank so much. And he was in love now; reveling in a multitude of agreeable sensations, which, perhaps, he had not even dreamed himself destined ever to experience in such f...