The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-12-30

An Editors Amusing Account of Cow
Hiding Affair.


In last Saturdays Herald there APP
peared communication, written by
visitor to the establishment known rs the
"Citr Garden, !" in which the writer de-
scribed, In somewhat graphic and evi-
IDENTIFY truthful manner, the scenes that
he saw there.
The communication was couched In
Language comparatively mild; and, as
much severer things had been truthfully
charged against this place, the editor of
the Herald did not apprehend any
trouble In consequence. 1t seems, how
ever, that he reckoned without his host.
About 10 o'clock Monday morning, while
sitting at his desk, he became conscious
of a powerful smell of whisky, and,
looking up, he saw little, weazen-faced,
cat-ike woman in the foreground, sup
ported by low-browed, shock-headed
ruffian (who looked as sneaking as If he
had just returned from a successful
sheep stealing excursion, and the Pen
sioner. These parties, it subsequently
TRANSFERRED, were g Mademoiselle' Mile
Rose 90 French lady who ignores the let
ter Ssh In all places where it properly
belongs, Jake Crone, and an insignificant
male creature who calls himself the
husband of the French lady, who was
born in st. Giles, London, and ignores
the letter sh." Mr.. CrOne is well
known to the citizens of Indianapolis as
the proprietor of the most infamous
place of resort in the city-a rendezvous
for the vicious classes of both sexes.
" Mademoiselle" Rose is professional
"walker." She earns her. bread and
beer by the sweat of her calves. The
veal being somewhat small, it'll takes
great deal of sweat for little bread and
beer. Mile. Rose walks platform
$50 miles in 500 consecutive hOurs-fOr
$500. It is to be presumed she can also
walk arope. In the course Of so much
walking it is more than probable that she
has at times walked the streets, as we'll
as walked the platform. The Pensioner,
who calls himself the husband of this
shameless woman, and probably is, eats
the bread of idleness. He married
6 salient, and is thus relieved from the
necessity Of manual labor. The little
feline woman supports him as gen.
tleman" should be supported, and his
most arduous duties are to stand by
while the lovely flower he has plucked
from it's parent stem makes shameless
exhibition of herself in order to acquire
money enough to buy his food and
clothes. He mixes with the blear-eyed
brutes that make up the bulk of the au-
dience at the Perfect Paradise, drinks
with them-when they treat--and coca
sionally, as mark of special favor, in
PRODUCES one of them to his lovely but
somewhat faded flower.
Excuse the depression. AS soon as
emile" Rose opened her mouth the
editor of the Herald became more pain
fully conscious of the powerful and pun
gent odor which had first attracted his
attention. Although exhaled from the
petals of a Rose, it wasn't altar OF roses
by large majority. 1t smeled like
copper picked in sulphuric acid. The
Rose-the fairest flower that blows in
the City Garden-hold your nose pro-
ceeded to demand the name of the author
of the Objectionable communication,
while the ruffian and the Pensioner stood
by. She had nothing but her "kracter,"
and she wasn't going to have it destroy
ed without wreaking terrible revenge.
On being told that, if she valued her
sskracter SO much, she had better pick
it up and walk out, the little cat
drew from underneath her dress a cow
hide. and proceeded to administer upon
the editor of the Herald. 1t is but fair
to say she handled the instrument with
great pluck, some skill, and an activity
Of movement that was truly catlike. AS
the editor felt thesting OF the little joker,
he lost his temper. A strict regard for the
truth warrants the assertion that for
moment he felt uhkindly toward
the little hellon, and in his momentary
forgetfulness might have laid his hand
upon her, save in the way OF kindness,
had not the counter interviewed. But
moments thought suggested better
plan. Behind him was an umbrellas
monstrous cotton umbrella, with strong
ribs and hooked handle. The editor
seized this umbrella, and prepared to
carry out his rapidly matured plan.
Many of our readers will doubtless be at
loss to understand what could be done
with an umbrella. Don't be impatient;
YOU will learn in due time. The editors
scheme was to ram the umbrella down
her throat and spread it, thus making
spectacle of her, and warning to all ag-
grieved females who fly to the cowhide
for redress. But the little cat couldn't
stand it.
After rather lively session OF two
minutes, during which some furniture
was overturned and some glass broken,
and in the course of which the low
proved rufian made threatening mo-
ton as if to draw revolver, and the
Pensioner stood by like nice little pen
sioner, as he is, the entire party were
hustled into the street, where the woman
indulged in some bad language for mo-
ment, and then walked off.-Rev. q. q.
Harding, IN Indianapolis Herald.
How Bill Got into a Circus.
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