The Palatka news. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1905-1908, 1905-06-23
THE SUNDAY DINNER,

A tragedy il Real Life, in Roches-
ter, n. y. May 20.
On May %, there lived on the cor
ner of st. Paul and Evergreen streets
in Rochester, \ Y, a family OF
four. Vincent Love, "A young man OF
thirty, was the father, Minnie was
the young wife, James was the little
siX-year-old son, and the two
mouths old baby sister was not yet
named.
Love was regarded as peaceable
and industrious citizen. He was
employed at the Eastman kodak
works and made good wages.
When he reached his home three
hours after he quit work on Satur-
day night he had left every dollar Of
his weeks wages in the saloons that
line the streets between the factory
and his house. He was penniless,
drunk, and quarrelsome. He re-
membered that his young wife had
earned something that week. Need
ing dress, she had taken home
some sewing from one of the clothing
factories, and bad earned $3.50 for
her week s work.
But when her husband returned
with his wages all spent and nothing
in the house for the Sunday dinner,
she took this money and started for
the store. But what did Vincent
Love, with the mad spell of drink
upon him, care for the childrem's
Sunday dinner, much less his own?
He barred the way ut the door and
cried give me that money. / will
do the shopping. You mind your
children" But she pushed him
away, and taking james along. left
the baby sleeping in her cradle
while she went to the store. Soon
she returned with the meat and
vegetables for the Sunday dinner,
purchased with her dress money.
The house was dark when she
went into the kitchen. and striking Il
match, she reached up to light the
bracket lamp.
At ten O'Clock six-year-old James
stood at the door OF DR.. Hunter. two
blocks away. Doctor he cried,
my mamma has gone to sleep ana
| cannot wake her. Please come
and wake my mamma"
On the floor of the kitchen. lying
in Il pool of her own hearts blood,
the doctor stumbled over her dead
body. james had pushed IA pillow
under mothers head and covered
her with a comforter TO keep her
warm.
Baby was crying in her cradle.
Lounging over the kitchen table
was Vincent Love in a drunken
stupOr. On the floor lay the blood
stained knife. Angered bpcaused
she would not give him the money,
he had concealed himself in the
corner, armed with the brutal knife.
waiting her return. As she lifted
her arm to light the kitchen lamp he
sprang from the corner, and plunged
it in her bosom.
Little James saw the blood, but he
told the doctor, Mamma is sleep
ing, and to the police he said, Il
am afraid to tell, for my papa will
beat me-
In Mount Hope cemetery lies
the body of the young woman who
changed her name by marriage to
Love. laid there by drink. In the
county Jail Vincent Love awaits his
doom, made murderer By drink.
In the home of the dead wife's
mother are two little children. made
orphans by drink. On the corner
stands the former home, wrecked by
drink. The grave is closed; the pri-
son door is closed; the door of the
home is closed; but the saloon re-
maius open. Whisky, the real muir
derer, is still at large. Six hundred
saloon licenses, that same week.
were renewed for another year of de-
bauchery and poverty and deviltry
and crime. And the blood of a poor
woman is upon the hands
Of the Christian men who by their !
ballots consent TO the curse.-New |
Voice, Chicago.