He had a strange look out of his eyes; and I heard him mutter something to himself." "Yes," said another, "I heard him say he was going to kill somebody, 'one or the other's got to die,' what does the paper say ?" "LOVE, JEALOUSY, AND MURDER." "The old story," said Anderson, looking somewhat relieved, "A woman's at the bottom of it." "And liquor," said Tom Cary, "is at the top of it." "I wish you would keep a civil tongue in your head," said Anderson, scowling at Cary.
"Oh! never mind; Tom, will have his say.

He's got a knack of speaking out in meeting." "And a very disagreeable knack it is." "Oh never mind about Tom, read about the murder, and tend to Tom some other time." Eagerly and excitedly they read the dreadful news.

A woman, frail and vicious, was at the bottom; a woman that neither of those men would have married as a gracious gift, was the guilty cause of one murder, and when the law would take its course, two deaths would lie at her door.

Oh, the folly of some men, who, instead of striving to make home a thing of beauty, strength and grace, wander into forbidden pastures, and reap for themselves harvests of misery and disgrace.

And all for what?
Because of the allurements of some idle, vain and sinful woman who has armed herself against the peace, the purity and the progress of the fireside.
Such women are the dry rot in the social fabric; they dig in the dark beneath the foundation stones of the home.