The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1885-01-01
Made Him Come Home Sober.

While maxim a flyin' 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 res
minds me of Q good story heard the
other day OF q, New York man who had
married an Indian princess.
There is q chap round New York,
Aoatin between here and the interior Of
Pennsylvania, who is thee degenerate son
of q prominent New York lawyer, and
who has given his folks q good deal of
trouble, especially. from his hard drinks
in'. All sorts of attempts have been
made to stop hia 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 7in. On wild
drunken spree, he went, some ten years
ago. to Niagara Fall, and; in his cups,s
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 princess of her tribe, and he was
lucky to get her, for no white girl of his
acquaintance would have anythin' to do
with BIN. She was q 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 while in New York,
SOON adopted the style ofdress and habits
of the whites around her, and made
quite q decent and respectable matron,
her complexion soon becomin' 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 q favorite with the congre>
CATION. Meanwhile her seape>grace
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 abandoned her society, and kept
loafin' 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 Ill vain. He Knocked at her
tears and prayers; moral suasion was
thrown away on him. Then she got an
idea, and tried somethin' else. "a
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 to
sleep. he found her up, and in her war
paint-literally her war paint. She had
always kept, as q 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, AMI
ten times as fierce. For in her hand she
held a hatchet-not q little but a big
hatchet-one of these hatchets which the
Indians know so we'll how to use on the
skulls of their enemies.
And she. brandished this hatchet before
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
hatchet round the top of hishead. Sug-
eestiyeIy and scientifically she swore TO
scalp him if ever he came home to her
drunk again.
Her Sunday.school scholars or her
minister wouldn't have known her ust
than. but her husband knew her. He
knew, too, that her 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 experimental
on this point, never taken any chances,
never given her the slightest trouble,
never come home drunk again. If ever
he is drunk he don't come home al all.
But as rule he comes home; he thinks
it safer. r
he has a hearty, wholesome dread Of
bein' scalped. He has lively dread OF
Indian faith and Indian vengeance:
What all the fathers, and mothers, and