Omaha daily bee., 1884-12-09
ONIONS WRECK TWO LIVES.
A Fond Wits Suicide and Husbands
Despair.
Ghastly Climax TO an Insignificant
Quarrel Over the Presence of
Onions i'm the Thanks.
giving Dinner.
N. Y. Morning journal.

N. Y. Morning journal.
In a quarrel over the roasting Of a tur
key, Mrs. Julia Conlon, of Glen, neai
Amsterdam, N. Y, went to her death
The quarrel was with her husband, anC
the main cause was the opinion about thu
stufiing.
The turkey was being sewe1 up with
onion stufing aboard when Mr.. Conlor
stepped into the kitchen. He had asked
his wife to leave out the onions for the
first time in twenty years of married life,
But the eldest daughter dotes on onions,
and to please her the mother ran the
risk of her husbands anger. AS soon al
Mr.. Conlon entered the farm gate he
knew that there was an onion above
ground.
"Didn't i tell you to leave out the
onions2" asked the husband sternly.
Mrs. Conlon was heated by her work,
and declined to answer To calm him,
however, she inserted two overgrown es.
culents into the cavity hat recently held
the heart and gizzard.
"Did you hear me2' repeated the man.
"Of course l did" replied the wife.
"Then why don't you mind, dearl You
know I'd as soon eat a polecat stuffed
with mock ORANGES" said the husband,
mildly, intending to be grleved instead of
angry.
"You know that Mile loves them, and
her company is not coming tonight. Why
don't you let the poor girl enjoy heraelf
once in o whilel"
''Yes, but that's no reason why I should
be poisoned. These things turn my
stomach. l swear I'll never plant another
onion"
"oh, yes, you will DEAR" said the wife
soothingly.
81 tell you l won't"
The husband went out to take his re-
venge out of the wood. pile and Mrs.
Conlon finished her work and placed the
bird In the oven.
DINNER is ready" called Mrs. Conlon
to her husband, when that desired event
had arrived.
Mr.. Conlon sat down to the table and
plunged the carving-knife into the tur-
keys %vltals, disclosing an onion for each
lung.
Milly smiled ct the thought of the
feast, and all the little boys and girls
looked anxious as each plateful was dished
out, fearing that the turkey would not
last to get around the table.
Husband, you've forgotten the
grace" said Mrs. Conlou, between two
mouthfuls.
81 don't give grace for onions," re.
piled the man, sand to add insult to In.
jury you've given me the neck and one
burned claw"
''How do you like the suet-pud-
ding"
GIVE nearly choked myself with a big
hunk of fat"
Time afraid you're not In good tenn.
per-, William, just see how the children
eat"
Milly, the twenty.yea old daughter, a
blooming maiden, was deep In the re-
ceases of a wing, Hmothered in Bermu-
daa. The other children ate as if afraid
one would get a bite more than the
other.
"Think of the poor tramps that don't
get any Thanksgiving dinner at all, then
be thankful" said the wife.
~ earn my dinner and l intend t
have a good one, snapped back the hus
band, "and I'll have 1t If l have to go to
for it,"
Thompson is the nearest neighbor to
the Conlon's, quarter of a mile away.
go ahead, was the short reply of the
wife.
The husband went.
The rest of the dinner was eaten in 81
Mrs. Conlon began to be sorry
that she and her husband had quarreled
on the day of all the year when they
have enjoyed their dinner with
thankful hearts and pleasant words.
Mrs. Conlon watched for her husband
10 return and fixed up a pleasant dish
hat he liked. She sat by the window
certain that he had not taken her
1t her word and gone outside for his din
ler.
The children went out OF the room,
their mother to sit alone to think
over old times. Her thoughts could not
have been cheerful, as Milly found Der
tears when Bhe entered the dining.
room shortly afterward. The young
Iady did not disturb her, but retired on
{
Mr.. Conlon did not return soon
enough to find his wife alive. He did
,ot go to his neighbours as he had threat {
,ned, but his pride prevented him from
'eturnipg home too soon. He will repent g
t all his life. I
At dark the husband stepped into the
-oom. His wife was lying on the floor,
,igid. The children were romping around
up stairs and the eldest daughter was
a lively air on the piano, while {
the mother lay dead, killed by strych-
nine, as a little package of white shiny {
on the table gave silent testi-
nony. Beside the powder lay an open
note, which simply said: |,
Husband, We will nevet quarrel
Mr.. Conlon is so grief stricken, that it
a feared the children will soon be doubly
,rphAned.