Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1894-10-10
TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
EDITED BIZ sosEsBoao ". Q. +. U.
WHAT THE LIQUOR DID.

WHAT THE LIQUOR DID.
Papa, dear why will you drink any
morep Mamie's papa doesn't drink,
and she says he never came home
drunk in his life. Oh. / wish my papa
did not drink" So spoke, in. broken
words, a little girl of a few summers
to her drinking and half drunken papa.
Her words were idle words only, as
they served to madden the man who
had forgotten how to love his darlings.
do you see that saloon across the
way, Miss Suep"
"Yes, papa, but you won't go there
any more, will your"
do you see that my bottle here is
emptyY"
Yes, papa, and I am 30 glad" \
"You take that bottle and go to the
saloon and have it filled, or you1l get
the strap and jiffy."
I'M take the strap. I have had it
very OFTEN, you know; but l can not
go to the saloon for liuqor."
Enraged, like the mailman he was,
with willing hands he cruelty beat his
little one-the spotless little one, God
given-and then, catching the bottle,
away he went on the errand his child
would not run. A glass and another
glass he drank off, and then with filed
bottle he returned to his home to mako
it the hell he 30 often had made it be-
fore.
Come here, Sue," said the drunken
father, II have something good for
you. What is good for me will not
hurt you, and you must swallow this
cup Of drink. The little girl that
drinks herself will hardly call her faith
er a drunkard any more"
Papa, ! don't call you a drunkard,
but all the children do at tho school;
and do wish you were not a drunkard.
l can not take the drink papa. You
must not ask me to. You may whip
your little girl again, If you will; but
she will not take the drink" i
ysTake 1t you will, Miss or you will
never take another thing" (.
Dear little Sue kneels b~eseeching be-
fore her maniac and brutal father,
clenches her teeth against the cup, and
silently lifts her prayer to heaven.
Poor child; her work iss done, and
her prayer seems vain, save a personal
preparation. In an instant her head is
dashed to the floor, and her skull is
fractured She breathes but a few
times, and~ber''amen' Is said in heaven.
Her poor mother is not quick enough
to save the threatened life; but she
snatches up the mangled form of her
dead child, and rushes into the street.
Nearly crazed and scarcely knowing
what she does, she makes her way to
the saloon, whence, but a few minutes
before, her husband had emerged, and,
holding up her dead darling to the
keeper cried ssBehold your work.
Behold your work" Thus far she
spoke, and then her poor heart gave
away, and she fell dead, With her child
at the brutal mans feet. ~
"A few hours. passes, and the drunken
father RECEIVERS from his horrible de-
bauch, and learns that his child and
wife are dead. For a sober mind this
was too much. Neither would helive
longer. But a few hours pass from the
death of Sue before thu family of three
all sleep in death. With a concealed
revolver the father and husband had
blown. out his brains, and the triple
tragedy as over.
A sad hour was that, when, for miles
around, the people met and incurred
over the three icy forms. Strong words
did the minister speak, not of c~onsola-
ton, for there was little in this direc-
ton that could be said, but of denun-
citation. The. saloon keeper was held
morally responsible BY him, and one
and all could see that the people re-
garded as altogether righteous, But
this did not affect the keeper nor his
work-the law had licensed him and
would protect his traffic. He was a
murderer, and his victims were three
in number, but while the service of
mourning was going on his own bust.
hess was uninterrupted, and as the
three icy forms we're borne to the grave
the hearse and procession passed by his
open saloon. 1t was not for him to
care what the liquor did.-organizer.