The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-08-12
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:FrOutAe Detroit Free PresS.l

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"Martin Delany, l see gray hairs OF
your head, the wrinkles Of old age on your
face, and you look like one who will soon
fall, away, and be gathered 10 his fathers
You are going on sixty years Of age
and here you are charged with drunken
nesp.-speak. aged pine, and tell me II |
10 true or false"
"0h, l cannot tell the truth-I did il
with my little bottle |" replied the old man
In husky tone.
"Yes, aoored by the bottle, as millions
have been before you. You seem 10 re-
gret II now, but last night when you
were rambling around with a spade in
your hand, whooplng, bowling, and ter
rilying small children, you didn't care
whether school kept or not. feel like
advising you to go home and press your
children TO your bosom, embrace your
wife, and promise them that not another
drop Of liquor will ever pass your lips,
but II isn't my sympathetic morning, and
I'll make It ten dollars or ninety days"
David Bell, standing here In the prime
OF lille, with red nose and o wlted col.
lar, you are charged with vsgrancy," re-
marked his Honor. -
"Vagrancy, ~"
ayes, sir, that's the charge, written in
letters an inch high, and yet you are
young, have constitution like boarding
house butter, a foot as large as a candle
box, and, for some reason, decline TO earn
your own bread and butter"
lido, ehP"
"Yes, sir, you do. You have been wan
dering about the alleys, sleeping on the
wharVes, and standing on the corners,
while even the cripples have laborcd for
honest bread"
"They have, eh2"
"Yes, sir, they have, and you had ought
to feel ashamed Of yourself, and 90 and
drown yourself, sir. But you won't do it.
I'll send you to the Work.house Tor four
months"
"You will. Chr" f
"Yes, sir, I will. Take him to the Black
Maria, Bijah, and II you can get an eight.
ounce tack under him the ride will do
more good"
May Waborn disturbed the peace by
making q great noise and collecting q
crowd, and now she can't remember any.
thing about 1t. She cant remember Of
biting policeman's tender knuckles, or
OF the happy little songs she induged in
after being locked up. 9EJ.i3 IN /
There's no use In winking at me-" said
his honor, with a shake Of his head; "it's |
a clear case. and law is law. You are
young yet, May, and 1t makes me sad to
see one in the bud Of lie recklessly tram.
pling under foot the opportunity to be.
come great woman. Joan OF Arc hadn't
your chance. Victoria Woodruff wasn't
known to the world at your age. Susan
B. Anthony didn't get her name in the
newspapers until she was hundred years
old. Why don't you emulate some OF
those heroines?" ?"
. "Em whoT" inquired the prisoner.
ut Is evident TO me inquired the Court,
In a changed voice, that you have no as
longings for fame. You
had rather be hen on the fence than
an eagle among the clouds, and I'll make
it sixty days" -, .-,5l.t..s
"Am I sent upH" she replied.
"You are" .laeI |
"Then draw the dagger and strike me |
here" she cried, putting her hands on her
corset and rolling up her eyes. Bija6l
put his arms around her slender waist |
and told her that his Honor had left his
dagger at home for the cook to peel DO
tatoes with, and he asked her for his
sake, to consent to live few days longer,
as onions and radiShes were just beginn.
ing to sprout, and he had seen three new |