Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1890-08-11

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 Undertake. 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 a man
seemed to just doat on any one he doated
on me. That's about all he did all that
winter in fact, and our yictuals 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. Will you not come to
my succor?'
If you cannot bring him here of course,
Mrs. Tmberlake, will have to come to
your sucker and speak Of him plainly as
between man and man. hope that You
have treated him well on the start and
given him a fair show. / will take it
for granted that you have. Ii so, now
we must resort to more turgid means. l
will not tell you, however, what to do. l
will only tell you what l knew to be
done once in similar case, and you can
think it over, Mrs. Tfmberlake, and feel
perfectly free to help yourself to it if it
should strike you favorably:
Mrs. Delay Oleson, of Norridgewock.
Me-, had a husband whom she dearly
loved, for he was fine, manly looking
fellow, standing eighteen hands high, and
young, too. He fell victim to prohibit
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 out
stantly remind him that he could not
take drink So he fell. 1t occurred
at Norridgewock, and could have been
distinctly heard for mile or more His
wife wept great deal at first, but was
not unkind to him. She spoke to him
gently and lovingly, and he promised to
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 good, sensible little
woman. who would not sit calmly on the
front stoop and let defeat follow upon
the heels of disaster without making a
struggle.
She told Delay that she would try him
once more, and if he failed her she would
surely not overlook it as she had before
For long time he turned his back on the
devils elixir and worked steadily at his
trade, which was painting, granting and
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 is
also used for etching on glass. She said
nothing to him, but undressed him and
put him to bed as usual. This is pleas
ing task She laid him on the couch,
and then gathering up the edges of the
two home made linen sheets she sewed
up Delay Oleson therein by means of a
stout ball of Irvine and an upholsterer's
needle. He asked for more air, but she
said what he needed was not so much
air as it was little course of massage
treatment. So she got new whip from
the barn, such as is used by Mr.. Legree
in beating out the brains of Uncle Tom
/ in that truly good play, and she knocked
the dust out of Delay Oleson till you
could hear her all over that block
He spoke to her about not doing it any
more, but she said she could not yield to
outside influence. She must be her own
Judge regarding the best time to stop.
So she ate a little bread and butter, put
a new snapper on the whip and went at