The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1874-08-22
The Scandal as a Sedative.
Detroit Free Press.


Friday evening a woman about 30 years
old was arrested in the Western district fol
disturbing the peace, and the event almost
disturbed her, although she had seen the
inside of a cell before. She began bowling
and weeping as soon as she was locked up,
and Bijah, the janitor Of the Ninth avenue
station, felt his heart getting tender. He
offered her a harvest apple, but she merely
stopped long enough to see what it was,
and then went crying out:
| am dying, know am! -
He besought her to live for the sake Of
her husband, who is away on the lakes, but
she said she would be cold in death before
me morning If she was not set at liberty
He showed her the almanac and tired tt
get her to peruse it and settle her mind, but
she tried to pull his hair through the bars
and raised her voice until it could be hearC
two blocks away. He began reading the
almanac out loud, but she drowned his
voice and he had to give it up. Then he
went out and brought some peppermint
drops and handed to her, saying that it was
burning shame to arrest q lady like hel
for merely hitting another woman Oh the
ear with a shovel. She was quiet for a few
moments, and then broke out again, and
the roof of the station seemed to be raising
up. Bijah offered her pound of gun
drops new bonnet, black silk dress
house and lot and $4,000 in bonds if she
would only quit, but she danced up ant
down and yelled;
"Lemme eout OF shall di-ah!"
He locked all the doors and sat down or
the front steps to let her exhaust herself
but, after an hour and ten minutes, there
being no cessation, he ran in with an AK OF
his shoulder and threatened to cut her heat
right off if she didn't stop.
"I won't! I won't! I WON'T" she said
He then drummed OH the coal scuttle will
the ak to drown her voice, but the voic'
drowned the scuttle. He put the hose OF
the penstock and threatened to drown her
but she shut her eyes and pitched her v6ic'
on new key. The old man was in despair
The men up stairs couldn't sleep, and th'
people out doors thought panther hat
been Gagged. AS the officer rubbed his bale
head and looked around his eye lighted OF
old paper, and his smile extended from ca
to ear. He carried it in, turned up the gas
and shouted:
"Have you read the Beecher scanda
yet9"
"Read what?" she exclaimed, suddenl,
ceasing to scream.
"The Beecher-Tilton matter" he con
tinued-" this 'ere thing what everybody i
talking about?"
"No-where is it?' she asked and h
passed in the paper, telling her that if sh
would be good he'd hunt up the rest of tn
statement in another paper; and from tina
moment until daylight the woman neve
| uttered a word, except once when she aske'
| if there wern't seven or eight more paper
| with statements in.
"STARs" BY THE SEAsIDE.-A CORES
writing of the actors who soiourn at Lon!
Branch, says: edwin Adams breakfast
| in his Hamlet dress, cuts mp his steaks witt
q dagger, and drinks out of a correct imita
ton of Yorick's skull. He plays billiard
in the same dress, never forgetting his cue
| He is said to be able to dig more potatoe
| i'll day than any other man at the Branch
In this pursuit lie always dresses as Enocl
Arden. When he drives it is as Corilanu
in q Roman chariot, but when he is ol
| horseback look out for him. He is then il
full plate armor, and with lance in res
charges furiously upon all horsemen an'
carriages. His house is tlanked by tai
tower, in the cellar of which is the gloomies
of dungeons. Into this black and horri,
abyss he plunges his male captives, afte
stripping them of their money and Unitet
States bonds. His lady captives he treat
with the utmost politeness and dances dust
minutes with them in the highways. H
has grown rich by "these, his practices.
Chanfrau and his brother are always dress
ed in red shirts and fireman's helmets. The
beat each other over the head with spanners
and enjoy life in rational way. Booth
when he lived here, dressed in plum-colore,
| tights, and destroyed quite a number o
fine trees by carving on them, in fat letters
the unheard-of name Rosalind. Perhaps
was the name of his cook. Manager Hend
erson has his wife commence an overtur
ON the piano at balf-past seven, and th
big barn doors are thrown open at eigh
precisely. The performance is short, th
gas being turned off atnine o'clock, and il
five minutes after that time the manager
| tucked away in his little bed.