, 1890-08-10


song, but she viii have to be better look
ing than the Average fish ball siren OF
story.
Mrs Estwhile Timberlake of Pongee,
Neb-, asks: What shall l do to regain
my influence over my husband2 He gave
me his hand in marriage two years ago
come next frost. and if ever q man seemed
tn just dost on any one he doated on me.
That's about all he did all that winter in
fact, ond our victuals got pretty low by
spring. Then l spoke harshly 10 him.
and he started for hell, via the Little
Pansy Blossom saloon on Prunella street.
L have tried every way TO win him back.
such as he is, and have went out Of nv
way TO make friends write him more
than onct. Will you not come to my
succor7"
If you cannot bring him here OF course,
Mrs- Undertake. l will have to come to
your sucker and speak of him plainly as
between man and man. 1 hope that you
have treated him well on the start and
given him q 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. l will
only tell you what l 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 favorable.
Mn. Delay Oleson, of Norridgewock.
Me-. had a husband whom she dearly
loved, for he was a fine, manly looking
fellow, standing eighteen hands high, and
young. too. He fell a victim to prohibi-
ton in Name and became q hard drinker.
He had never cared to drink till he found
that it was against the law, and 80 then
he couldn't somehow get it out OF his
mind. Prohibition seemed to constantly
remind him that he could not take q
drink. So he fell. 1t occurred at Nor
ridgewock, and could have been distinctly
heard for a mile or more. His wife wept a
great deal at first, but was not unkind TO
him. She spoke to him gently and Low.
ingly, and be promised to do better, but
he was weak, and the prohibition law
kind of gravelled him, rs 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 q 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 done be-
fore. For a long time he turned his back
on the devils elixir and worked steadily
at his trade. which was painting, granting
and kalsomininR, also breaking colts,
gents fine neckwear and justice of the
peace.
Later on. however. he fell once more,
and came home in a spiral manner, smell
ing OF prohibition whisky, which is also
used tor etching OIL glass. She said moth
ing to him, but undressed him and put
him to bed as usual. This is a pleasing
task. She laid him on the couch, and
then gathering up the edges OF the two
home made sheets she sewed up Delay
Oleson therein by means OF n stout ball OF
Irvine and an upholstcrer's needle. He
He asked for more air. but she said what
he needed was not so much air as it was a
little course OF message treatment. So
she got a new whip from the barn, such
as 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
it again. People passing the house dur
ing the night heard Delay sobbing anon,
and between his sobs they could hear the
whip crack around his various o~ornices
and frctwork, Finally the weary wife
let him out, and fixing a bed for him on
the floor she turned out the cat and
went to bed. She never had to do so
again. Delay after that was another