The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-08-10


JIuTis a few moments, and went home
peaceful and contented. At the wharf,
some of those who had been down to
Manhattan Beach to see Pains ''Siege Of
Vera Cruz" and were bitterly disap-
pointed. came to where l was gnawing
an old anchor and moaning with an in
ward pain, and after seeing me suffering
went home stating that they had more
than got their money back.
The New England clam bake costs less
money, but is almost equally fatal to me.
If you hear of my eating another clam
bake you can safely say to yourself that
when I did it was under the influence
of liquor. Some siren with bleached hair
and merry ogling eye may meet me on
the beach and drug me, and feed mo q
clam while singing to me some sweet,
sad song, but she will have to be better
looking than the average fish ball siren
of story.
Mrs. Erstwhile Timberlake, of Pom
gee, Neb., asks: "What shall do to re-
gain my influence over my husband? He
gave me his hand in marriage two years
ago come next frost, and if ever q man
seemed to just doat On any one be doated
on me- That's about all he did all that
winter in fact and Our victuals got pref
ty low by spring. Then spoke harshly
to him, and he started for hell via the
Little Pansy Blossom saloon on Prunella
street. I have tried every way to win
| him back, such as he is, and have went
out of my way to make friends write him
more than onct. VIII you not come to
my succor?"
If you cannot bring him here of course,
Mrs. Timberlake, will have to come to
your sucker and speak of him plainly as
between man and man. I hope that you
have treated him well on the start and
given him fair show. will take it
for granted that you have. If so, now
we must resort to more turgid means.
will not tell you, however, what to do. ]
will only tell you what I knew to be
done once in a similar case, and you can
think it over, Mrs. Timberlake, and feel
perfectly free to help yourself to it if it
should strike you favorably:
| Mrs. Delay Oleson, of Norridgewock,
Me-, had husband whom she dearly
loved, for he was fine, manly looking
fellow, standing eighteen hands high, and
young, too. He fell victim to prohibi-
ton in Maine and became hard drink
er. He had never cared to drink till he
found that it was against the law, and
so then he couldn't somehow get it GU!
of his mind. Prohibition seemed to con
stantly remind him that he could not
take drink. So he fell. It occurred
at Norridgewock, and could have been
distinctly heard for mile or more. His
wife wept great deal at first, but wa:
not unlind to him. She spoke to him
gently and lovingly, and he promised tc
do better, but he was weak, and the pro
hibition law kind of gravelled him, as
one writer has it, So he fell some more
Mrs. Oleson was O good, sensible little
woman, who would not sit calmly on The
: front stoop and let defeat follow upol
the heels of disaster without making ;
} struggle.
} She told Delay that she would try hin
once more, and if he failed her she would
! surely not overlook it as she had before
J For long time he turned his back on TIT
/. devils elixir and worked steadily at hi;
trade, which was painting, granting ans
kalsomining. also breaking colts, gents
fine neckwear and justice of the peace.
: Later on, however, he fell once more
and came home in spiral manner
smelling of prohibition whisky, which i
also used for etching on glass. She saic
, nothing to him, but undressed him ant
J put him to bed as usual. This is q pleas
ing task She laid him on the couch
7 and then gathering up the edges Of tn
> two home made linen sheets she sewe
up Delay Oleson therein by means of
: stout ball of Irvine and an upholsterer'
} needle. He asked for more air, but sh
, said what he needed was not SO mucl
air as it was little course Of massag
, treatment. So she got q new whip froi
3 the barn, such as is used by Mr.. Legre
2 in beating out the brains of Uncle Tor
in that truly good play, and she knocke
: the dust out of Delay Oleson till yo
could hear her all over that block.
: He spoke to her about not doing it an
more, but she said she could not yield t
outside influence. She must be her ow
5 Judge regarding the best time to stol
- So she ate little bread and butter, pu
anew snapper on the whip and went a