The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-03-27
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cost me life. But it made a deeper
scar on my heart. People must stop
selling rum to my husband, or l can't
live. l feel that l will 90 something
desperate
'0h, please do promise, Mr. Hin,'
pleaded meek,looking little woman,
with streaming eyes. My only son
has come home drunk twice of late,
and he says he got liquor here
Now look here, ladies' said Mr..
Hill, trying to work himself into
passion, business is business. A
man must live. I've stood this lon
ger than
He was interrupted by a tall, gaunt
woman who strangely reminded me
of the stern old prophets. Without
a word of prelude, she stepped for
ward and commenced singing in a
weird minor key:
o Thou who for humanity
Wept blood at every pore,
We come in kindred agony
Thy mercy to implore.
Must we, for aye sigh hopelessly
In worse than Egypt's bonds?
Must We, despairing helplessly
Endure destroying wounds?
Most fearful is our enemy,
For when be strikes a blow,
Two hearts are pierced and perishing-
A household stricken low
oh give to US thy sympathy,
Awake thine arm of power,
Shake off the nations apathy,
Proclaim the battle hour.
Mr.. Hill,' said Mrs. Judge Ash
man, we propose to stay here until
YOU make us this promise, unless
YOU thrust US forth with violence
Let him try that if he dares, cried
half dozen voices in the crowd.
Hill considered a few moments
and then said: We'll, madam, I've
thought it over-indeed, l thought
it over before you came, for I ex-
pected this internal movement would
break out here. 1 have an establish
ment in New York State, and they'll
stand good liquor, such as 1 sell,
there, to the end of the chapter. I'll
90 there for the present. and stop sell
ing here till this thunder gust blows
over. This is the best promise I'll
make you if you stay here a month.
So please vacate and I'll put up my
shutters
After brief consultation the ladies
concluded it was all they could do,
and there were those of their num-
Der who wished to visit other sa-
looms.
By this time the strain upon Mrs
Elliott's delicate form had been too
long and severe, and she grew very
white and faint. Her husband had
urged her to go home with him at
at once, but she had refused to leave
her companions after having gained
her own point. But now she sank
helplessly in his arms and he carried
her to an adjacent drug store, sent
for carriage, and we were soon in
the blessed refuge of her home.
But before an hour had passed her
pulse grew quick and feverish. The
husband hung about her in an agony
of solicitude.
After doing what 1 could I left
them, thinking they were better
alone.
When the evening shadows gath
cred, as 1 was sitting in my room
by the light of the fire, Mr.. Elliot
entered unannounced and said:
% Mrs. NJ, ] fear Nellie is going
to be SICK and he gave way to such
an agony Of grief as l never saw con-
vulse mans frame before.
1 came and put my hand on his
shoulder, but only said:
God help you BOTH
At last he said, Now, I'm better.
Please stay with her while I go for
the Doctor
For a week Vinton and l have
watched at Nellie's bedside. Her
mind has wandered all the time,
and night and day she is pleading
for and with her husband. He has
scarcely slept or ate. His raven hair
is becoming streaked with gray; his
ruddy cheeks are grown pale and
wan, and his every breath almost is a
prayer.
God spare my darling
What the end will be, God knows.
Hearth and Home.