The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1874-11-13

~ lady.l!ke language Tor one who had
been reared by 9 nurse like Dabylania |
Crowse and . father like Thaddeus
Herrick, with uamon for = kind Of big
brother-''get nothing for it.! Have
net worked for you ever since father
left his old plantation home in the
beautiful Soulful, only q child, too?
And my father, has not he worked--is
he not working now for you--where he
gets such lots Of things that you sell
and use? And--and--but there's
something wrong about all this.
know there is. have been told so at
school, and the tall teacher has asked
me to come and live with her. She will
teach me many things I ought to know.
and teach me to forget many things l
never ought to have known. All this
she tells me. 1t is true. Gods light
nil 6 tonight, in this strange city, re-
minds me Of the old storms on the plan
tation--and my own mothers face was
so beautiful then, as she told me of the
great God who holds us all in the hol.
low Of His hand, and loves good chill
dren. 60 from this ho.se, this street;
the curse Of God is on it all. The
mistress told me so. and know it. y,
l have seen--1 am going when father
comes home"
A loud knocking at the outer door
here interrupted the girl. She cried
out, "Father at last!'' and turned to-
ward the door. But the obi.wom:n
planted herself heavily in the way.
''Git into yer room," she thundercd.
AN stay dar till I send for ye heah !
faint yer dad. Can ye heah the
strange voices, ye--? It's visitahs,
for me-" she added, with a villainous
smile.
The girl picked up her bundle with
weary sigh, and, opening what seemed
to be, and was, q mere closet, that
served ut once for her own and her
father room, passed in. The negress
drew heavy screen across the closet
door, and then, passing out into the
passage, let in her visitors. They were
two women, almost as fat and ugly as
herself, but attended by carriage, and
arrayed in costly and gorgeously vul-
gar apparel.
Cup to no good, that's sure, them
uns here ut this time O night - mur.
INJURED the passing gray.coated police
man Especial officer horseleech); and he
joined the party. But he walked Oh
Immediately having had an explana-
tory interview with the three ladies.
terminating in a manner apparently
quite satisfactory to him. Then the
two fat visitors, ordering their ill-look-
ing coachman to wait, followed their
black hostess into her black house,
grumbling little as they closed their
purses with vicious and simultaneous
snap. Their faces frightened some
what, however, as they heard the
officers departing step, and the cheer.
full notes of the "Ten Thousand Miles
Away" thst he whistled as he turned
the corner, walking northward at a
brisk pace.
Yes, a very cheerful and well.satisied
officer was Mr.. Special Horselcech as lie
passed up Dupont street; and the &C.
cursed woman-soul of that San Fran
cisco Rue des Enters long remembered
the night Of the great thunderstorm as
an occasion on which he was especially
gallant, frolicsome, and lenient. Yet
he was just for a moment little bit
put out when two looking men,
turning into the street in tremendous
pace, ran against and nearly overturned
him; besides making him drop one Of
two gold coins with he was tossing
from one hand to another. He had not
been too anxious to pick up his coin
from the mud Immediately, lest it might
be lost, and had it not taken him some
time to find it, he would have stopped
and perhaps have arrested the men
one of them certainly walked as if he
were drunk! SWELL, we'll, we arc in a
good humor. Let them go tonight
I've found it,
Swiftly, swiftly, under the rolling
thunder music, passed the two ragged
looking men down the street; and, from
their lattices some of the hardened wo.
man souls, even out Of the depths Of
their own hell Of shame, pitied the aw.
full haggard face Of one Of the two men,
q
ming torture could be devouring his soul
| he Icing man--to account for that
look. AS for the wretch himself--and
it was Daddy Herrick--every rouged
face that shone on him as the lightning
cleaned seemed to stir anew the already
seven-times-heated furnace that blazed
in his brain. s'On, on! Hamon,' he
yelled IN perfect madness, as they turn
ed into the alley at last and saw the
coach. And the i'll looking coachman
was walked from sleep that came near
to being his last, for he was dashed
down half senseless across his box by a
blow from the heavy hoe held by Hamon
while the horses started off, dragging
carriage and driver down the alley and
round the corner so quickly as to pro.
duce the impression in the locality that
an earthquake had been added to the
other physical phenomena Of the even
ing,
Hamon turned and rushed in, meet
ing and being trampeled down by the
two fat lady visitors of Madame Baby
lonia, now taking their leave Of her
mansion with an alacrity wholly with
out parallel in their previous history.
He struck, kicked, bit and butted with
his head as only negro can; the WISH
tors continued their outward fight
sans many portions Of their apparel !;
Hamon rushed into prevent murder.
His mother and old Herrick were
rolling on the floor in deadly conflict.
She had an ak and he had knife but
neither could use weapon. Zoe lay,
as in swoon, across the dashed-down
screen opposite the closet door, and a
slight smell Of chloroform filled the
room, strongest over a thick cloth