The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1903-03-12
THE GREAT DESTROYER
SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT
THE VICE OF lNTEMPERANce.



Profitable Read This Editorial From
the Now York Evening journal?
Mrrder is almost cs old as the race. Bit,
r,atricide is comparatively a rare crime.
Mary are the hands that have been stained
with blood. but for the honor Of humanity
be it said il is but seldom that that blood
is the blood of mother.
The story OF George Nell; has already
gone the length and breadth of the land
and millions OF hearts have been ,saddened
by the young mans Satanic brutality.
This strange monster in human form,
George Nek. lived with his aged mother
md half.witted sister. A. least. he stopped
IN the same house with them when he was
not elsewhere.
| man He drc"k. he sambled. he kept com.
?any with bod men aud worse women.
i seems that he became infatuated with
, disreputab'n woman. who had an eye for
business. and who had intimated to Nells
that. Il he wished to keep her company he
would have TO see to it that lie was we'll
SUPPLIED with money.
Tho infatuaton was complete, The moth
had dsllied with the fame until it was too
late for it to get away from it.
But where was the money coming from?
"Ah! ] see,' said the crime .crazed son.
my mother has kept little store for
many yeRrs. She has saved up some
money. will kill her, get hold Of her
money and with that money / viii make
my peace with this woman"
He was az good as hi' word. From he
side Of the painted devil by whom he wrs
SO stra a1gcy fascinated he went to his
mothers store. found her in the little hack
room, doing in her rocker after the days
work, and dealt her the blow that killed
her,
The deed was done-and the poor cid
woman's hard-carned savings were now the
sons,
Upon a slip of paper eft upon the table
! he wrote these terrible words: II have
! $1,000, and am going 10 have a good tine.
| Then | will kill myself"
Back to the woman he went with the
$1,000. and the rest will BE- known later.
Such is the awful story, told in the plain.
| est possible terms.
And the question may we'll arise: "Is
there not that in the story which mary
| young men may ponder upon with profit"
| George Nelk murdered his poor Old moth.
er BY hitting her upon the head with a
hatchet.
That is one way to murder mother
But it il not the only way.
Very few young men murder their moth.
ers by blows OF the head with a hatciet
but many time they murder them in
, other ways that are just as effective and
| just az cruel.
George Ne,k broke his mothers head
| dCc tHeTt uOJ IudUN oLHcT SOnS WHO DrcdB
their mothers hearts?
| And between, the two ways Of killing u
mother it Is hard to say which is the. more
| criminal or cruel
| To spill. the mothers head with a
hatchet seems the more brutal. but, after
| all. is it?
Is it no. equally brutal to rend a p,oth.
er's heart, to keep her awake night after
night in restless ecssacy," wondering
when the bell will ring, and il when it
rings. her son will be brought in dead or
alive?
And wha. is the matter with all of these
unnatural sons-those who murder their
mothers with hatchets, as George NeL did.
and those who murder them with worry
and trouble?
One word tells the whole story-whisky.
Whisky is. a demoralizer. It breaks up
the foundations of character; it undoes at
one fell swoop all that the mother has been
lovingly working for for years, and out Of
the boy who might otherwise be JOY to
his home and an honor to his race it makes
a matricide--a murderer of his mother.
This editorial is not meant as an insult
to any young man. The writer recognizes
the fact that the most natural thing in the
world is for the son to love and honor his
mother, and to wish only for her peace and
happiness. And the writer of this editorial
knows that. but for the brutalizing, de.
mora'izing influence of whisky, mothers
would almost universally be happy in their
children.
And 50 we commend to the young men
of this community the moral of this story.
That moral is soon tod:
Let whisky alone! Do that. and the dev.
lis OF remorse will never hold their hellsh
orgies in, your soul. Do that, and those
who shall pass through the cemetery in
which yor are finally laid at rest will never
be able to point to vour grave and say:
"Therc lies matricide"