The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1917-10-29

young girl. II WuE ga horrible a ale
as / have ever listerod 20. he calmly
told me ho,y with q club he beat her
uunconscious. then siashed her throa'
He was drunk
II you doubt because the writer IS
Ia the shadow Of the sallows ami
might use this means "a create sym
patty, come yourself 90 your county
Jail, make q canvass OF The prisoners.
You will leave convinced that whiskcy
does cause crime and misery.
CHAPTER III.
What An Onlookcr secs at n Capital
Trial.
Hoy many Of YOU ever sat as an
onlOoker through the trial Of "a capt
| tai case Did you see misery? Did
you see broken hearts?
There IL yet time. IL John Barley
corn gots busy 10 attend one before
the local option fight Of September 10.
IGo and see for yourself | am tell
ing the truth, and am not stretching
the Imagination one bit.
So IN paint another picture Ia lurld
c~oiors-but the truth nevertheless,
Let's call IL Misery and lay the
scene here at home; time. July 20.
1919. The defendant was miserable
to begin with. Then the mother tool
the stand and made a supreme effort
to save the life OF her son by trying
to address the jury. \ heart broke. a
soul died when she was led out of the
court room. The father sat by tho
' son. bowed in shame. listening 10 tine
c~losing argument. Each word burn
ed like a white-hot-iron "a the marrow
Of the bone-his own flesh and blood
being branded degenerate, "hcnd."
monster"
The defendant remembers nothing
after these words were spoken. "I
would telr the heart from his filthy
body and. men 81 Dallas. ! don't know
Of q NANCY dog Ia feed 1t to-
Something cam" over that bringing
form that felt like death stealing on
When the verdict was read. Guilty
ana death. a prayer was breathed.
pleading % God Almighty Tor mercy
for the parents who were as innocent
as you. Justice sent her sting 90 the
hearts of them both.
DO you s'e misery. disgrace. dis
honor and shame What was the
cause
Picture another case. \ young
widow collapsed when shown the
I photograph 81 he deceased husband,
% bullct-holc visible 40 the base IT the
skull. II the truth was knuwu fired by
John Harleycorn. The e. mans
father was handed the same photo.
tears filled his eyes.
y ~ % werr possible Ia look through
thcig souls read their thoughts. / be
4 IicNc more misery could be found. \
death verdict was reached 100 THIS
/ case. 4 devoted mother made the
trip to lc near and comfort het son.
when she w.ut home b took back
the sad memory OF a loved one. a
bleeding heart for her doomed bay
Which o: the three va most miser-
able-fathcr and widow OF the slain
man. or mother of the n ON trial p
Nor does the misery end IN the court
room There are little babies calling
for THEW daddy The burden Of sup
port rs thrown upon the shoulders OF
70 ncwly-WHdc widow. There's a sist-
ter. asking mother shout Buddic. Do
YOU think the tdinEs mother brought
back would cause hat little Eirl to
clap her hands with JOY
CHAPTER ~.
\ Nccktlc Party.
Nh .AUt therein bc 70 ucCktir party
her" iu the tvll sOmetinle soon. You
couldn't expect q ma to he miser-
able with ouch q bright future ahead.
when he IN led from "a death cell to
the scaf'old bound, helpless, listening
20 the minister. calling. 20, Lord, save
this mans soul u YOU could see a
he rs thinking when the death warrant
is read. the faces OF his loved ones
would be wreathad In smiles
Misery Look. they are placing a
black shrOud over his head. See him
ucmhlc. Tho haugnan Is tying the
knot. e sigma is gwen like "a shot
from the skies "a body shoots down.
What was that sickentng crack .
Nothing. his neck broke, Hear that
hiss, IT'S the breath leaving bis body.
See how IA" thing Jerks In couyul-
siuns see his limbs draw up and
-traighten u He's dangling motion
less now Step up and lift the black
hood. Horrors. his eyes are bulging
from their sockets. his mouth gaping
pucu, "a swollen tongue protrudes
bluud clOttcd at his nostrils. WHATS
that red ring az his throat only the
the rope biting into the flesh. He's
still now but look at his eyes again
n Don't thcy glare terribly The doctor
holds his wrists. looks at his watch.
he Is pronounced dead. the body IL
cut down, placed in a cheap oasket.
the state has collected It's toll the
prisoner has paid the price
Ldvid Yes, but the truth. You
anti orators isn't Il misery 10 sci
here u wait for the rope, iSn'i
whiskcy tu hlame2
As ou leave the sail You work youi
way through e. morbid crowd there,
10 black hearse a. the curb backed uI
and doors open. That old man stand.
lag near and weeping Is the father OF
the corpse being carried out Doesn
Dc look miserable Follow the pro.
oos-iou until The dead thing Is de.
iyeret 40 "a little cottage that wa
once 1 happy home Don't be- starti''
fhosn shrle,s YOU hear az the blsct