The press and standard. [volume] (Walterboro, S.C.) 1890-current, September 23, 1908, Image 2
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W1LLY0U VOTE FOR THIS?
OR THIS?
A BOTTLE OF TEARS.
The following story is vouch
ed for by J S Culpepper of
Georgia who received it from
a man in Virginia who said he
knew the Jjarty and confirmed
it in all of its features.
“Some years ago a noble
D man of Virginia was
y married to one of the
most beautiful young women
of that grand old State. He
possessed a l»eautiful mansion
and a twenty-six mule farm.
But a bar was near his home.
The bar keeper became his
personal friend and in time in
duced him to drink and gam
ble. As die years rolled by
his financial interest failed un
til his sole f»ossessions were
reduced to a home and a one
mule farm. One night in the
gambling saloon of the bar
room near by, he was brutally
shot io death. After being
buried by some negroes under
an apple tree in his own gar
his wif
den his wife received the fol
lowing note from the bar-keep
er.
Dear Madam: “This will
inform you dial I hold a mort
gage over your late husband’s
mule and farm, also the farm
implements, also the household
and kitchen furniture, also
your household goods, includ
ing trunks, wardrobe and
wearing apparel. As I wish
possession you will do me the
kindness to vacate at once.
1 herewith send a man to take
charge of the premises, the
keys, etc., and represent me
in all things.” Signed
The following i$ the answer
to this note. t
“Sir, you demand the keys.
1 send them herewith. The
one with a red string unlocks
ray wardrobe. In the right
side you will find my wedding
dress. 1 never wore it but
once. It is yours now, by
action of my husband, whom I
never disobeyed.- In the folds
of that dress, you wiil find a
small phial, with a few tears in
it, the last I had to shed, but
they are historic. They stand
for the Wth of a little girl
bom under a happy roof—of
fifteen joyous, girlhood, school-
day years, of a short, sweet
courtship and marriage, to the
bravest, best man I ever knew
but for whiskey, of the day we
moved into this, then palatial
and well-kept home, of the-—
alas! so short honeymoon spent
here. You will find all of
these sweet, sacred pleasures
in the bottle of tears. A
change, sharp and sudden
came. • Y<N may read it, sir,
in the teal? I bequeath you.
They will teU you of the fint
time my husband crossed your
vilfianous threshold; of the first
time I detected liquor on his
breath, and of how he put
ale gendy aade with a showed
of Muring kiss-s, saving that
ftraqrahC^ ha would never
btjbtuqght under the baneful
effects of strong drink; of how
he became a constant tipplenof
the first time his step was un
steady; of his rapid decline in
home-keeping and home love;
of the ease with which he
would misunderstand me, of
the first time hfc ever spoke a
cross word to me; of the first
oath in my presence. You
will find it all in the bottle of
tears, sir. You will find there
too, one rainy, wind.shaken,
thunder boomed, lightning-
torched night, in which it look
ed as if the building would be
demolished. It was that
storm-shocked night that our
first-born, little Mary, came
into this old whisky.soaked
world. You will also find in
the bottle or tears, the greed-
gored part you played in my
house that night—for while
one physioian attended me,
another, in an adjoining room,
stood over my poor drunken
husband, who was the victim
of imaginary serpents, gorillas
and devils. In reality, ne was
only your victim. But you
will find it, sir, in the bottle of
tears. I saw in the lightning’s
glare the storm as it toyed
with the shade trees, I heard
the rain dashing in fury, against
the windows; the room was
jarred by angry thunder,
louder than thunder, to me,
were the groans and screams
and oaths of my erstwhile
noble and manly, but now fal
len and cowardly, husband.
You will it all, sir, in the
bottle of tears. I heard the
low strange cry—the advent
cry of the baby—a cry which
ordinarily fills a mother with
joy but which filled me with a
new anguish, as I thought of
such a fit begining, to a career
destined to be one of piercing
shame. I at first prayed that
we all three might meet death
in the storm, which now seem
ed to-be urged forward by all
the furies of Pandemonium.
Then I asked that the little
might live and win papa
the
years
next
, and
few sorrow, laden
the coming of the
Second girl; of the flight of the
luxury, of the desertion of
friends; of the absence of visi
tors; of the curtailing of ex
penses and enforced economy
in order to meet your liquor
claims; of the loss of my health
of other efforts to keep the
wolf from the door; of the
times I fled, by night, with
frightened children, from a
rum-crazed husband and father;
of a cheerless hearthstone; of
a bare table, and the birth of
the third child, in the midst of
the squal or, to which only a
drunkard’s home is familiar; of
my vain efforts to keep the
children clothed and fed; of the
deeper depths into which you
pulled my, now helpless, hus
band. One night there was
ruch a pain in my heart that
I cried out. It awo3(e Mary,
who came to me and asked
what the matter was. I told
her that I was in so much pain
that I must be d)ing—that she
would have to take mamma’s
f ilace and care for papa and
ittle sisters—that papa was a
hopeless drunkard, and that
she would soon be the only
bread winner. You will in
the bolt e of tears, see howjwe
your garden, and under your
apple tree! Indeed, he was
laid on your floor. It is marked
with your victim’s blood. Af
ter some kind colored friends
helped me to shroud him, and
while sitting up with his
precious remains that night, 1
tried to wash out the stain of
blood, thinking I could not
bear to look at it and walk over
u. But it turns out that it is
ur ftoor, on which he who
gave you his vast property, his
manhood, his family, his very
soul, found a cooling board.
You will find it all, sir in the
bottle of tears. You order me
to vacate. I obey. When
you read this I will be On my
way; down the road east. I
take that route, only because
it leads me away from you and
your den of destruction. I
don’t know where I, with my
three girls, will spend the
night But Jone ; thing f I
promise you. Whatever there
is in a widow’s wail, or an
orphan’s cry, if there really be
a God, we will meet you at his
judment bar—there to tell,
and the truth to say, as to how
you came by this home, which
we now leave. You will find
it all, sir, in the bottle of tears.
But' s P ent l hat night Mary and I
one
back to the path of sobriety
from which you for gain, had
led him.
The next morning, he came
and stood uneasily upon his
feet looked from bloated eyes
upon us, .stooped and kissed
me and baby, and vowed he
would never dnnk again. J
believed him. The peach
came back,to my cheek; a
girlish lustre kimfled in my
eye;a wife’s and mother's pride
began to lay plans for life and
home—but they were soon
dashed and broken for before
I was up from that bed, he
came home drunk again. My
sun went out in sudden,
irretrievable midnight; my
heavens, if heavens they could
be called, became starless, I
grew old; my'heart jpetrified.
sir, you will find it all and
moch more, in the bottle of
I need not tell you of
in praying and planning; how
little Mary took her seat at
dawn in the doorway, and
watched for her papa’s return;
how, with the rising of the sun
he came’ staggering up the
once flower-bordered, now
weed infested, road, how Mary
ran down, threw her arms
about hei father and said—O
my papa! Our mamma came
near to death last night. She
said I would have to care for
you and little sister, too. O
my sweet papa, you wont
drink any more, will you?
With an oath, which might
become a demon, he raised his
strong arm, and slapped the
child—a blow that sent her
bleeding and weeping, while
he came on to curse and beat
me. But you can read it all, sir
in the bottle of tears, the only
thing I had in my own name
and right, to leave you, as a
reminder qf what these pos
sessions have cost.
Oply three roomings ago
four of your obedient hench
men bore my precious husband
homej to me, at break of day
and laid him dead cn the floor,
and hurried back, I suppose,
to the gambling table, over
which your victim had just
I found some
s to dig the
t I thought was
and we uud him
down, uuder his favorite apple
tree. I thought to put flowers
there in the in the summer and
•hells in winter, and teach my
girls of how noble he was
before he fell into your dutches.
But it seems 1 buried him in
been shot,
friendly n
grave—in w
my garden,
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