Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-05-20

| child shall never wed a man who INDUCES il
intoxicating drinks. 1t is useless to argue
the matter; refrain from your enemy and
my daughter shall be yours"
Loving Carrie deyotedly, he pledged him
self to abstain from rum, and going to work
for old Mr.. Brian, he had saved up sufficien,
to buy small farm. The reports Of bis al.
tered conduct were time after time told to the
loving girl and the hopeful old man. The
time of his probation wanted but day Of
closing when he started from the house Of
his employer. Carries heart was beating
high with joyful anticipations, and with a
trusting soul she looked for the return of her
lover &
The day of his expected return came, and
the bright sun impaired cheerfulness to all
but night had been ushered in, and yet he
came not The second day dawned, and still
the confiding girl and aged man were alone.
Fears filled the breast Of the latter, but with
all woman true devotion the former still
hoped on-but it was almost hoping against
hope. The old mar 5 thoughts were Of the
lost, for he had head that Edward was a
drunkard. A week passed by and still he
came not. A hopeless grief now bowed Ca
RE beneath its heavy clouds. Broken-hear
&c, she no longer looked for her lover
One night as she was sitting engaged in
deep thought, and now and then would cast
a glance at her sorrowing father, allow knock
ing was heard at the door, while at thesa
time the pitiful whine of dog sounded in
the air. In a moment she sprang upon her
feet and opened the door; but she uttered
wild and fearful shrek and fell fainting in
her fathers arms. Sod. .-...-
As the old man gazed upon the object
which had SO alarmed his daughter, he was
astounded at what he beheld. There stood
Edward, with shoeless feet, and no clothing
but pair Of trowsers and thin shirt. His
eyes were dull and haggard, while his lips
presented a fearful appearance.
"Take him away, father" cried the excl
ted girl, :" he is not my Edward-no, no.
My Edward is dead. Take him away; this
is some fiend which has come to mock me-"
and giving an awful cry she fell PROSTATE on
the floor. Reason had tled--she was mad.
Sunken, degraded as rum had made him,
yet his heart was touched by the agony of
the girl. Throwing his arms up to heaven,
he shouted: " L am murderer. murderer.
Do you hear! murderer And calling
his dog, he departed. . .. ..s
Two days after, Edward Howard might
have been seen staggering up to the tavern
where his first ruin was effected, and suppl
eating for glass of rum. The barkeeper
laughed and turned away.
"Hilloa, Ned" cried out his former com
panions, "cleaned out, eh!
With an aching head and crazed brain,
the poor wretch wandered throughout the
neighborhood. Often would his voice be
heard in the hour of midnight, Ala, ha;
am murderer. l killed her; that is not
my Edward-no no, fiend." He too was
maniac. The vivid, but cold, serpent-like
CLEAN of his eyes could not be mistaken
Sometimes at midnight he would be heard
fleeing by the farm houses as if for life at
other times loud shouts and cries would issue
from the woods as if from one in great ago
ny, and at others he would mutter to himself
by hours. He disappeared at last. But one
day, as the sun went down, its beams fell up
on the pale face of corpse.
1t was found lying at the foot of a tree,
and as strangers bore him to his last resting
place, no eye let fall tear, no breast heaved
a sigh, no marble marks the spot where he
sleeps ; but there, unwept, unhonored and
uncared for, rests the body of the Victim of
Intemperance.
Young reader, take heed lest you fall in
to temptation, and pray that God may give
You strength to resist the snares of the
spoiler.