The new North-west., 1890-09-19

money, but is almost equally fatal to me.
# you hear of my eating another clam
bake you can safely say. to yourself that
when did it was under the influence
OF liquor. Some siren with bleached hair
and merry ogling eye may meet ne on
tie beach and drug me, and feed me q
clam while singing to me gome sweet,
sad song, but she will have to bo better
looking than the average fish ball siren
of story.
Mrs. Erstwhile Timberlake, of Pom
gee, Neb., asks: tWhat shall do to re-
gain my influence over my husband? He
gave me his hand in marriage two years
ago come next frost, and il 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 yict,1als got pret-
ty low by spring. Then spoke harsh1y
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 succorF'
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. hope that YOU
have treated him well on the start and
given him fair show. I will take it
for granted that you have. If SO, now
we must resort to more turgid means. I
will not tell you, however, what to do.
will only tell you what 1 knew to be
done once in Il 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 q husband whom she dearly
loved, for he was {; fine, manly looking
fellow, standing eighteen hands high, and
young, too. He fell a victim to prohibi-
ton in Maine and became a 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
of his mind. Prohibition seemed to con-
stantly remind him that he could not
take Il drink. So he fell. It occurred
at Norridgewock, and could have been
distinctly heard for n milo OF more His
wife wept a 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 u good, sensible little
woman, who would not sit calmly on the
front stoop and let defeat follow upon
the heels Of disaster without making IL
struggle. O
She told Delay that she would try him
once more, and if he failed her she would
surely not overlook it rs she had before.
Fora long time he turned his back on tho
devils elixir and worked steadily at his
trade, which was painting, granting and
kalsolnning, also breaking colts. gents
fine neckwear and justice of the peace
Later On, however, lie fell once more
and came home in II spiral manner.
smelling Of prohibition whisky, which is
also used for etching on glass She said
nothing to him, but undrcssed him and
put him to bed as usual This is a pleas
ing task. She laid him on the couch,
and then gathering up the edges of the
two home made linen sheets She sewed
nj Delay Oleson therein by means of a
stout ball Of twine and an upholsterers
needle. He asked for more air, but she
said what he needed was not SO much
air as it was y little course of massage
treatment. So she got a new whip from
the barn, such as is used by Mr.. Legree
III beating out the brains Of Uncle Tom
in that truly good play, and she knocked
the dust ont of Delay Oleson till you
could hear her all over that block
Ia u
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 Il little bread and butter, put
y new snapper on the whip and went at