The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1884-11-27
MADE HIM CONE HOME SOBER.
Neral Suasicn Beaten cut cf lis
Boots-The Story Of a New
York Boy Who Married an
Indian Princess.

Indian Princess.
While maxim q flyin' visit to Sar-
atoga lately, l noticed that the In
dian encampment business flour
ishes about the same as ever, just
as the instantaneous photographs Is
and the customary Indian princess
who sells specimens of bead work,
etc, about ten times the market
value at Niagara Falls. And this
reminds me of q good story heard
the other day of New York mau
who had married an Indian prin-
cess.
There is chap round New Y rk,
foatin' between here and the inte
rior of Pennsylvania, who is the de
gerate son of prominent New
York lawyer, and who has given
his folks lots of trouble especially
from his bard drinkin'. All sorts
of attempts have been made to stop
his drinkin'. He has been sent to
reformaries, 10 inebriate asy lums
and all that, without avail. AT
last his folks gave up trying to re
form him, and let him go to the
devil. And there's where the point
came in. On a Wild drunken spree,
he went, some ten years ago, to Nj
agara Falls, and in his cups, this
chap l am writing about got mash T
ed on one of the Indian girls who
sell souvenirs and all sorts of things
there, and made two or three for
tunes every season, like the Niaga-
ra hackmen.
Well, he married the Indian girl,
who was a princess of her tribe, and
he was lucky to get her, for no
white girl of his acquaintance
would have nothing to do with him.
She was rather pretty girl, too,
and was kindly received by her
husbands relatives, who thought
that, under the circumstances, any
wife was better than none, for him.
She lived for a while in New
York, soon adopted the style of
dress and habits of the whites
around her, and made quite de
cent and respectful matron, her
complexion soon becom' the only
remarkable or out of the way thing
about her. She joined the old
Methodist church in Grand street,
New York, and became quite a ia
vorite with the congregation
Meanwhile her scapeglace husband
grew worse and worse, and worried
the life out of her. At first he had
really been attached to his young
wife, and had been rather domestic,
but soon he had abandoned her so
ciety, and kept loafn' round the
taYerns. He was as bad as ever,
and his folks were again in dispair.
His father and mother besought
his wife to do her best to reform
him if she could, and the poor Wo-
man complied with their wishes for
her own sake. But in vain, all in
vain. He Knocked at her tears and
prayers; moral suasion was thrown
away on HIM. Then she got an
idea and tried somethin' else.
One night the drunken husband
came home, and instead of finding
his meek, sorrowful christian wife
in bed, having, as usual, wept and
prayed herself to sleep, he found
her up and in her war paint
literally her paint She had al
ways kept, as sort Of remem brance
of her tribe, some of her Indian
dresses, wampEm and feathers and
all that, and tonight she had put
on her old time forest toggery
She looked as romantic, and uncon
ventiaI, and as thoroughly Indian
as when he had first met her, and
ten times as fierce. For in her
hand she held a hatchet-not lit
tie but big hatchet-one of these
hatchets which the Indians know
80 well how to use on the skulls oi
their enemies.
And she brandished this hatchet
before his eyes. She seized him by
the hair of the head and threaten
ed to to take his scalp. She seized
him by his hair, got her fingers
through it and drew the edge of the
hatchet round the top of his head
Suggestively and scien tifically
swore she would scalp him if be
came home drunk again.
Her Sunday school scholars OF
her minister wouldn't have known
her just then, but her husband
knew her. He knew too that hel
Indian blood was up, that she
meant every word she said and that
she would keep her word.
From that hour to this, though
all these years, he has never exper
imented on this point, never taker
any chances, never given her slight
est trouble, never came home drunk
again. If ever be is drunk he dom
come home at all; he thinks it safer
He has a hearty, wholesome
dread of being scalped. He has s
lively dread of Indian faith and In
dian vengeance. What all the ia
theirs and mothers and ministers
and institutions in the land wouldn't
have accomplished in a life time
his Indian wife accomplished with
a hatchet in FIVE minutes.
Let the temperance people marry
off the risin' generation drunkards
to Niagara Falls Indian wives
Sunday Mercury.
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