The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-05-01
A Gambling He'll
AND ITS
Terrible Consequences.
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has banished everything pertaining to cruel
winter far into the back ground. The fra
grant arbutus is trailing all over lofty Iron
Hill, and the sweet violets are popping
their pretty heads up all over the beautiful
valley below. The green back frogges are
chanting their ever cheerful melodies in
the babbling brook beyond, and the cattle
peacefully grazing on either side the lovely
streamlet seem glad that winter has at last
tumbled out from the lap of lovely spring,
and in fact all nature was in dead race as
to which should show the most of God $
love toward sinful men. Violet was
standing in the back yard under a cherry
tree, which was in full bloom, on the top
most branch a beautiful robin had perched
itself and began to pour out its little glad
heart as if singing for her alone. But she
heard it not. She was gazing in the direc-
ton of the man trap, but the birdie with
scarlet breast sang on.
Violet was lost to all else except the rum
shop. But hear, oh, hear she utters a
piercing scream, staggers, and falls to the
ground.
The servants heard the cry and FASTENED
to her assistance. They carried her into
the house and dispatched the hired man for
her father who, on his arrival, Immediately
summoned physician who, when he ar
rived, pronounced her case critical.
But what had caused that agonizing cry
and the five long hours of Oblivion into
which she had been cast. As we said, she
had been gazing for some time in the direc-
ton of the rum mill. There had been a
rush of four or five men out Of the door of
that place. they were engaged in loud
talking and soon one man dealt another a
blow with his first which felled him to the
ground, and great God the PROSTATE man
was Ned Upton, her erring husband, and
the man who dealt the cruel blow was her
father. No wonder that Sweet Violet
screamed and then swooned and fell to the
ground.
The fight was interrupted ny the news
from the servant to the father that his
daughter had dropped dead in the yarn.
The man loved his beautiful daughter with
as much fatherly affection as ever man be-
slowed on his child, and Notwithstanding his
sinister nature, he hasted to her side He
was completely in the dark as 10 the cause
of her prostration, and when the physician
arrived he asked him as to the cause. The
blunt doctor, whom many, very many of
my readers knew, but has very recently
crossed the wide stream, simply said heart
failure, and very little anxiety will kill
her.
Sweet Violet. her pet name by all who
knew her, was ordered kept in bed until
the good DOCTORS return the next day.
And when he came the next afternoon she
got up and went about as usual. Now we
must return to Edward Upton, who was so
stupeiied by the rum the day that Sweet
Violet was Frustrated that he was incapable
of understanding anything, and on the
next day, which was Saturday, the day of
his young wife's convaescence, he was still
too stupied to understand.
Old Jake Slime, the jewelry peddler, had
finished his days work, and had returned
to the gambling joint to put up for the
night, the beautiful orb of day was closing
the space between her magnificent glory
and the western tree tops, and would soon
drop away for fair lunar which was to i'm.
mediately rise in splendor of glory. The
balmy breezes from the southwest were
signing mid the sweet violets and tossing
their pretty heads from one side to the
other, then pass over the head of another
Sweet Violet, and after playing hide and
seek with her glossy black ringlets, dies
away mid the fragrant arbutus on the
rugged summit of the old Iron Hill. And
what beautiful May evening mid God IS
lovely nature!
But what is doing over at the gambling
hell? Ned Upton is complaining of having
lost his pocketbook, but OF course no one
had seen it. Miller was very attentive to
peddler Jake, and was anxious that he
should sample every brand of his hellish
fire water. Poor Ned had wandered out Of
the hell and the door had been locked
against him, Miller saying with cruel leer
Ego hunt your pocketbook." The misera-
BILE sot reeled off to the woods below. The
gambling went on. In the meanwhile Jake
gathered up his wealth which Miller had
carefully locked up behind the bar. But
Jake's habit was to sleep with the precious
pack under his old gray head. One by
one the gamblers wended their way to their
several homes till finally none remained
at the retreat save the chief and old Jake.
At little after midnight Ned awoke from
his drunken sleep. He lay for a long time
listening to the song Of the whip-poor. will
and the katydid and katydidn't, the dis
cord from which nearly drove him wild. A
watch dog at neghboring farm house set
up Il dismal howl which added to the dreary
discord. But bark What or who is coming
in the direction where Ned is lying! He lis.
tened, and heard the tramp of man, got