The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-21
ALCOHOLICS LOVELY SLAVE
how BABE WILSON'S YOUNG LIFE
WENT OUT.

BOIp WAb1 a 11oNo ING
Death OF a Lonely and Broke
hearted Father Brings to Light a
Pathetic story.
From, the Ne,1 York Herald
Psychologists nave theory that the in
tuences surrounding the mother before her
liter life of the offspring. A case which
lame to light yesterday recalls this fanciful
hypothesis in a pathetic way.
In dingy little room on the third floor
If the Altman house, at No. 81 East Tenth
trest, Coroner Nugent found the dead body
it an elderly gray haired man, evidently in
kreatly reduced circumstances, lying upon
he bed. His blue eyes we're staring wide,
Ind his heavy white mustache and hollow
sleeks gave his pallid face additional ghast-
less.
The dead man was Charles Q. Wilson, sc
Fears of age, who was oAce the prosperous
proprietor OF a Maiden lane jewery store.
after The war he failed, and subsequently,
be became well known and successful in the
oil trade as a travelling salesman for the
Manhattan Oil Company and lattery for
the Pennsylvania Oil Company, a concern
which has offices in New York, Pniladel
phia, Boston and Chicago. He was dis
charged from the Chicago office of the
company in February, 1887, because a
growing deafness had impaired the value
bf his services. Since that time he lived in
New York. He had lodged at the Altman
house for more than year, and owed a
bill of $50 to the house, which Mrs. Sarah
E. Brown, the kind-hearted proprietress,
laid yesterday she expected to lose. She
had had no heart she said, to turn the old
man out, he was SO kind hearted and gentle
manly and honest.
Mr.. Wilson died early yesterday morning
sfter nights illness from what the ply
Icians who attended him called kidne Y
disease. He had no relatives in New York.
A sister, Mrs Fl. J. w. Beede, lives in
Peabody, Mass, where he was born, and
bis divorced wife, who is now Mrs. J. A.
Harron, resides III Alameda, CAL, where
she owns small property. A Col. Thomp-
son, connected with the Standard Oil Com
pany, is said to have been the old mans
friend and with others had loaned him
money. Among Mr.. Wilson'S effects were
three ''calls" for five share lots of stock,
purchased few days ago in the "Open
Board of Brokers'" At the hotel it was
Eaid that he bad been doing something in
this form. OF bucket shop speculation for
some time.
The wasted body was removed toI the
morgue last night and will be held there for
some time, in order to give relatives an OPP
portunity to claim it if they desire.
A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE.
Standing against the wall OF Mr.. Wilson'S
room, and upon which his eyes rested in
death, stood two large photographs of a
girl of lustrous beauty. She was about 20
years old. One picture showed the head
and shoulders only, and the other a full
lepoth Via1V of the GIRL in a rich avaOino
dress. Possibly no more strikingly beauti-
tul picture than the first can be found in
New York. 1t was the head of an Oriental
beauty, such as mel rave over, with daz-
cling black eyes, fringed by sweeping lashes,
black hair ripping down her snowy neck,
marble skin, perfect Grecian nose, full
lips aud graceful shoulders.
The posSessor of this marvellous beauty
was Babe" Wilson, the old mans idolized
daughter, who, if the belief of her equally
fond mother is given credence, was born
under circumstances which tended 90 driv e
her upon an emDittered, miserable, but
brief career. The victim of an uncontroll-
able thirst for strong drink, she went down
TO death in the bloom Of womanhood, after
scarcely two years of life in this great and
busting city, and last November her
broken-hearted father, faithful to the last,
followed her to the grave. He never re-
covered from the shock her death gave him.
The cloak of secrecy covering the story,
which, it may be feared, has many coun-
terpart in New York, would not have been
lifted but for the fathers sudden death.
Mrs. barron obtained divorce from Mr..
Wilson about twenty years ago and went
to California, where she subsequently re-
married. The two, after long estrange-
ment, had corresponded concerning
Babes welfare since 1885, when the latter
left California to come to New York.
When the father notified Mrs. Harron of
''Babe'sn death from consumption in st.
Luke's hospital last year, the woman in a
heart-broken reply wrote back:
II know it cannot be very long before I
shall follow her. l am very weary. Oh!
so very weary. The sorrow and bitter
blghting of my life while carrying her was
the termination of her peculiar organiza
tion-her short and unhappy career. Ohs
my darling, Sorrowfully and most in ensely
beloved child. God will have mercy upon
us both, know"
IN THE FETTERs OF RUM.
Irene, or babe" Wilson, as her parents
fondly called her, soon after coming to New
York became acquainted with and married
William b. C. a well-knOwn and
talented musician, whose full name it is not
necessary to mention. She might have had
a happy home to-day but for the relentless,
uUCO0lTOlldDl e Ill ST LOT uTItl s. WHICH SccIus
to have followed her ever
In July of 1886 her husband wrote from
this city to her father, who was then in
Chicago, stating that be had left Irene on
the Friday morning previous with her
promise to go to thor home in Brooklyn
and be "a good little wife" But when he
returned from his labors on Saturday night
she was not at home. He found instead
three glasses and beer pitcher on the table
in the sitting room and every sign of a
carousal. The gas was turned on and blaz-
ing up.
A strong smell of cigarettes still pervaded
the house, showing that party of merry
makers had just left. On Sunday night the
husband found the room in the same con-
dition, with his wife still absent, and sue
had not appeared on the day he wrote,
which was Monday. 81 think she is very
cruel" he concluded, ito treat me like this,
for no reason whatever, only to be with
people far beneath her, who will give her
all and more than she can drink"
Upon being informed of Irene's conduct
by her former husband, the mother wrote
him:
81 was expecting just such painful ac-
counts OF Irene as you have written me: L
am quite sure she is past cure for this HE.
NO one but parent can care for drunken
woman. Oh, my God that l should have
to write it, / can see but one thing to do
and that is for you to go to New York and
induce and assist her husband before he
loses all faith in her TO Mace her in an inc