eleven o'clock
Then , on a day , came Whiskey Mason drifting into Links once more . He was making an ever scantier living out of his wretched calling , and had sunk as low as he could sink . But he had learned a dozen clever tricks to make new victims . At exactly eleven o'clock , P.M. , the bar-room had been closed , as was by law required . At exactly eleven five , P.M. a traveller , sick and weak , supported by a friend , came slowly along the dusty road to the door , and , sinking down in agony of cramps , protested he could go no farther and begged for a little brandy , as his friend knocked on the door , imploring kindly aid for the love of heaven . The barkeeper was obdurate , but the man was in such a desperate plight that the Widow Hartigan was summoned . Ever ready at the call of trouble her kindly heart responded .