Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-01-22
The police laughed, and told him to |" fire

Hurry along, Harry" SAID his friend, when
the door opened. "The beauty has gone down
the street. From my window saw her go down
into that large dwelling two squares and a-half
below"
"The one with the dark door,
"The very same"
"That is her frequen, resort. She is there
four nights per week, Now, old fellow, here
are your wig and moustache. In due time will
transform you"
Near ten o'clock Conrad was so altered that
his mother would have passed him on the street
in daytime. At the window Harry played senti-
mel. 1t was growing late, tie people were eav-
ing the street, loneliness prevailed, while the
crescent moon gave but feeble light. A quar-
ter to eleven.
"Have patience old fellow-she'll be along.
Where she visits they are either short of men or
manners you'll soon have her alone, as usual.
Hold | think see her in the distance Yes
| am right. Now, push out ~
OF went Conrad. The street was deserted,
and everything most favorable. On came the
lady, and on went the sham william. They met
Conrad approaches.
"Good evening, sis don't be In hurry"
Let me pass, sir, I'll call the police"
Snow don't be angry" Here he put his hand
on her arm.
GO say, let me pass"
Harry in the meantime went to the corner by
the alley gate.
"Of course, I'll let you pass, but as you are
such beauty, let me pass on with you"
"Unhand her, you scoundrel p cried Harry,
in very low tone as he emerged from the cor
ncr. You william, | have been watching you,
and will teach you that you cannot insult the
vrtuous in my presence"
"Who are your What is your business I'd
like to know2'
al am what you are not--a gentleman and It
is my business to see that no brutes take advan-
tage of the pure aud lovely. Miss don't move,
but wait one minute" Here Harry knocked
Conrad into the gutter, and gave him severe
pounding. The victim uttered few feeble
'ohs " while half dead for a laugh.
"There, sir there, sir p said the trembling
lady, "don't strike him again.
Harry desisted and offered his arm. " Miss,
what shall call you?'
"Lizette Lawrence, sit"
"Ambrose is my name. Miss Lawrence, you
are so agitated must be brother to you, and
see you safe home"
"You are indeed brotherly, Mr.. Ambrose
Let me assure you that such manhood is rot lost
upon me-"
On they went Harry handed her his card,
and made his tongue crowd n vast amount OF
sentiment in few minutes. They reached the
door. The gallant cavalier rang the bell and
was about to depart, thinking the ice broke for
another occasion. This would not do. Her
father must see him. He came TO greet him.
Harry was invited into paatial parlor, courted,
treated and pressed to recall The parents of
the lady could not be sufficiently fervent. City
life morals, aud forty other things were dis
cussed, and great delight was manifested in the
profound mind manners, knowledge and elo-
quence of their benefactor.
The ice was broken, Harry spent almost
every eve with Lizette Lawrence. Never was
she permitted to skip over the pavement alone.
Soon followed wedding cards. Conrad attended
on the younger sister, and was first groomsman
Two pieces of cake were cut and labed Miles
and Bingham, respectively. During the eve,
when stories were called, the groom regaIed the
assembage with the entire history of affairs from
the fight TO that night. Tremendous applause
| followed.
| Even now, when the name of Harry Ambrose
is mentioned people are fond of telling the un-
informed how he ~on has w1e.
| WoMAE's RIGHTS Miss Emma Webb, formerly
of the stage, responds to Mrs. Laura De Force
Gordon on the subject Of her challenge, as fol-
lows:
In reply to Mrs. Laura De Force Gordon, will
state that my arrangements are made for series
of lectures which may terminate before or after
the date appointed by my eloquent and distin-
guisbed champion of woman's rights. Should
an opportunity present itself prior to my depart
ure from this city, or subsequently to the date
named, will most cheerfully crafty her in her
ardent desire to discuss a subject that has al
ready been ventilated by such powerful advo-
Gates as Miss Susan b. Anthony, Anna Dickin-
son and others-forgetting, in their zeal, the ter
| rible satire on all masculine women in the his
tory of the fighting Amazon women, who we
are told, in the habit of soaring their right
breast to make IL perish so that IL would not be
in the way of the arm that wished TO WELD a
sword. Even so 1t ever is with all women who
invade the natural precincts OF man they must
sacrifice some of the natural attributes and
charms by which God has distinguished between
the sexes
SATURDAY NIGnr.-Some one thus beautifully
says: 9ei
Saturday night makes people human, sets
their hearts to beating softly, as they used TO do
before the world turned them into war-drums,
and Jared them to pieces with tattooes. The
ledger closes with a clash, the iron doors OF the
vaults come to with bang, up go the shutters
with a will, click goes the key in the lock. 1t is
Saturday night, and business breathes free
again. Homeward, hOl The door that has
been ajar all the week gently closes behind him.
The world is all shut out Shut outP Shut in,
rather. Here are hs treasures, after all, and
not in the vault, and not in the book-saye the
record in the old family Bble-and not in the
bank Maybe you are bachelor, frosty and
forty. Then, poor fellow, Saturday night is
nothing to you, just as you are nothing to any
body. Get wife, bue-eyed or back-eyed, but
above all, trne-eyed. Get little home = no
matter how ttle-a sofa, just to hold two, OF
two and a-half in it, of Saturday night, and
then read this paragraph by the light of your
wfes eyes, and thank God and take courage.
THE FALLAoy OF A WIsH.--At an enthusiastic
religious meeting among the negroes in Blount
county, last week, when the mourner's bench
was crowded with penitents groaning in agony,
one of them, sable damse of elephantine pro-
portions, sprang TO her feet, crying "Glory