Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1894-06-01
The SEARCH LIGHT:
For God, and Home and Native Land.
ST. PAUL, April. 80, 1894.
An Experiment.

After trying many ways Of curing her
husband of drinking Mrs.-w will call
Mrs. Philander, at last bethought her.
self of plan she would try and frighten
him. so she engaged watchman to
carry him to the watch house, one night
and in consequence awoke from II pro-
longed drunk and found himself
stretched out on a pine table in =
strange and dim apartments with man
sitting by smoking. Where am an6
what am doing here" You are in Il
medical college, and you are going to
be cut up" said the smoker. "How
comes that" "Why you died yesterday
and your wife not having any money
to bury you or to buy bread for the
children sold your body to us and we
are going to cut you up, dead or alive. ;"
"It's lie and amt dead" mo matter
we bought your carcass aud shall do as
we please about that" "You will cut
me up" said the the old sot ITO be
sure" Well then look here can't we
have something to drink first" "Never
mind DR.. said his wife, I'll take him
home and dump him into the ash barrel
and let him go out with the garbage.
He can't be cured" Behold the drunk.
ard. There is one that passes my home
almost every hour, back and forth from
his home to the saloen, that is equal to
this, his steps grow feebler day by day.
and although he is young IN years, his
hair is white as snow. Behold also
three beautiful daughters, sheltered by
the patient self-sacri6cing mother, you
should witness the actions of the two
older ones, as their father reels into
sight, it ought to melt the heart of a
stone, to see the distress and terror
written on their faces, as they hide
away, but the younger one is yet to
small to know fear, takes her papa by
the hand and tries to help him home,
sometimes the mother sends this little
toddler after him and she always brings
him home, the mother keeping watch
the while that naught can harm her
darling child, but let us follow this man
little farther let US look at the posi-.
ton of this man who is the slave to this
bad habit, There he is an Ishmalite
whose hand is against every man and
every mans hand is against him. It's
his fault says the world he has brought
the ruin on himself let him die But
the worm that never dies has begun its
fearful gnawing. What is that: God
help him it is his torture. Fearful are
the rawlings of his destroyer. blighting,
seething, blasting. withering, and waist
ing every thing bright and noble in him
still it has not destroyed all, one sense
remains burning brightly among the
ruins, and how he wished it could be
numbed aud deadened with the rest.
His conciousness still lives, and like
remOrseless, foe clutches him in rends
him again. The curse to this man who
is going down step by step is the con-
ciousness of what he is and the remem-
brance of what he was. Talk about en-
joyment there is no joy. His eye is
fixed upon his passion with fearful
earnestness. He forgets his home, his
wife, fit to adorn any society, and flies
after this passion, it leads him away
from all that is good and beautiful.
Now there is pain and an anguish in
the chase, but he leaps and falls bruised,
and bleeding, but the passion has him
in bis power he curses and bites his