Putnam patriot., 1913-08-22

Underneath this commonplace dis patch Williams had placed a dash and added this:
 In connection with the above case. the Palladium has ascertsinsd that there lies back of 1t 6 bitter tragedy The woman once was Mary Bell and lived near Ham ilton, O.. with her parents on a comfort able farm. One day there came into her life young printer named Guy VII llama He was master of his trade and able tc make the best oi wages paid in his line. He wooed the sunny-haired started out under the most favorable auspices They were devotedly attached to one another and the young man was able to earn enough so they lived in comfort--eTen luxury. From his savings home was built and paid for and the future stretched out before them with no apparent shadow across the golden promises
 But there was 6 shadow and 1t fell all too soon- Slumbering in the veins of the young man was the curse of the alcoholic appetite and something more- sort of natural depravity not to be ac- counted for on any reasonable hypothe- sis. This hydra-headed demon avoks and claimed Williams for his own With sure rspidity the young printer slid down the wretched path to dishonor. misery and bestiality. The earnings became less and were used in his debsuches. The home went presently and they lived first in flats then in tenements.
 With the fatuous loyalty of womankind Mary clung to the sweetheart of her youth. Now and then she would lead him to abandon his ways and then would ensue some weeks of happiness and hope but ultimately he would return to his idols of clay and the brave woman would begin again her efforts to reclaim him. Her parents died and her small patrt- morfy soon went the way of the rest. Finally he was unable to hold job in the town where they always had lived and was compelled to go away to find work. This was easy enough because of his unusual skill but he was unable to hold a job but short time and soon be- came 8 tramp printer. wandering from town to town. picking up work enough to keep himself alive and in liquor. At first he sent little money to her from time to time but finally ceased even to do this
 Still loyal to him she started after him and followed him from town to town, liv- ing, heaven knows how. Once in a while she would prevail on his better nature and he would try to be decent for few days or weeks but these periods never lasted long and became more and more lnfrequent.
 At last she has found rest and peace while somewhere on this earth the guilty wretch who threw away her priceless love. broke her heart and murdered her as surely as though he had plunged a knife into her. wanders in shame and degradation, despised of men. hating himself, without hope. without self-re- spect, too craven to end his miserable ex- jstence and yet suffering the torments of A. I. i. ltxN-x. I 4a doubtful if even the knowledge of the death of his victim will have further effect than to move him to moment of maudlin tears.
 Old Bently stared at the proof with unseeing eyes for some minutes after finishing it. He was aroused by an outburst from the foreman who feared not even the old man when 1t came to his daily race with the clock. Where's that last proof" he shouted.
 Its o. K; let it go." replied old Bently slowly.
 It was more than two years before we saw Bud Williams again and when he came in everybody gasped in sur prise He was sober, clean and we'll uI GS6tQ duu DOtO uAlhoCii NAth 1h 1At of quiet dignity totally foreign to the Bud of the old days. He went straight to old Bently who was bending over the forms trying to show the foreman how to get 30 inches of advertising next to 24 inches of reading matter.
 "Ain't got a case today-nothing do- ing" he growled as he looked up.
 Don't want a case" replied Bud, pulling a great wad of banknotes from his pockets. q have saved enough to put a monument over Mary's grave and-and-I though you might be willing to go over to Omaha and help me do it. I don't know much about such things"
 There was dead silence in the shop. The audacity of the thing was para lyzing. The old man gazed at Bud in a startled sort of way for minute.
 'I'll do it." he said. Meet me at the eight-thirty in the morning-and I've got plenty of transportation"
 When he returned old Bently told of the beautiful shaft of pure white marble they had selected and the sim pie and eloquent inscription Bud had ordered upon it.
 A week later the dispatches told of the suicide of a printer named Guy Williams who had shot himself on his wife's grave over which he had just erected a beautiful and costly monu- ment.
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