News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-10-23
MADE HIM COME HOME SOBER.
Moral Suasion Beaten Out of Its Boots
The story of n New York Boy VINO
Married an Indian Princess!

While maxim flynn visit to Saratoga
lately, I noticed that the Indian en-
campment business fourishes about the
same as ever, just as the instantaneous
photographers and the customary Indian
princess, who sells specimens OF bead
work. ETC., at about ten times the market
value at Niagara Falls. And this re-
minds me of good story heard the
other day of New York man who had
married an Indian princess.
There is a chap round New York,
ioatin' between here and the interior OF
Pennsylvania, who is the degenerate son
of a prominent New York lawyer, and
who has given his folks good deal ct
trouble, especially from his hard drink
in. All sorts of attempts have been
make to stop his drinkin'. He has been
sent to reformatories, to inebriate
asylums and all that, without avail. At
last his folks gave Up tryin' to reform
him, and let him go to the devil. And
there's where the point came in. On
wild drunken spree, he went, some ten
years ago, to Niagara Falls, and in his
cups, this chap I am writin' about got
mashed on one of the Indian girls who
sell souvenirs and all sorts of things
there, and made two or three fortunes
every season, like the Niagara 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 anythin' 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 a decent and respectable
matron, her complexion soon becomin'
the only remarkable or out of the way
thing about her. She joined the old
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grace husband grew worse and worse,
and worried the life out of her. A first
he had really been attached to his young
wife, and had been rather domestic, but
soon he abandoned her society, and kept
loafn' round the taverns. He was as
bad as ever, and his folks were again in
despair.
His father and mother besought his
wife to do her best to reform him if she
could, and the poor woman complied
with their wishes for her own sake.
But in vain, all III vain. He Knocked al
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 findin' his meek,
sorrowful Christian wife in bed. havin',
as usual, wept and prayed herself tc
sleep, he found her up, and in her wal
paint-literally her war paint. She had
always kept, as sort of remembrance
of her tribe, some of her Indian dresses,
wampum and feathers. and all that, and
tonight, she had put on her old time
forest toggery. She looked as romantic,
and unconventional, and as thoroughly
Indian as when he had first met her,
and ten times as fierce. For in her
hand she held hatchet-not little
| but big hatchet-one of these hatchets
which the Indians know so well how tc
use on the skulls of their enemies.
And she brandished this Ratchet be.
fore his eyes. She seized him by the
hair of his head and threatened to take
his scalp. She clutched his hair, got
her fingers through it and drew the
edges of the Ratchet round the top o.
his head. SUCCESSFULLY and scientifically
she swore to scalp him if ever he came
home to her drunk again.
Her Sunday-school scholars or hel
minister wouldn't have known her JUS
then, but her husband knew her. Ht
knew, too, that her Indian blood was
up, that she meant every word she sale
and that she would keep her word.
From that hour to this, though, al
these years, he has never experimental
on this point, never taken any chances
never given her the slightest trouble
never come home drunk again. If eve
he is drunk he don't come home at all
But as a rule he comes home; he thinks
it safer.
He has a hearty, wholesome dread O.
bein' scalped. He has lively dread O.
Indian faith and Indian vengeance
| What all the fathers, and mothers, anC
ministers, and institutions in the lanC
wouldn't have accomplished in life
time, his Indian wife accomplished will
Ratchet in five minutes.
Let the temperance people marry OF
the risin' generation drunkards 4
Niagara Falls Indian wives. -Sundal
| Mercury.