The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-05-20

BROOKLYN, and has spent much of his time
there ever SIEGE, but has not been in the
court room. His movements have been
closely watched by detectives in the en-
nlov Of Tilton's side, and WI dare say the
secret history Of the scandl would be as
interesting as that which has been report
ed in the newspapers.
uow ssAunt MARTHA, Prayed Him
from the Detroit Free Press
You've met her if you've lived long in
Detroit. A withered.up old woman. bow. |
backed. gray.haired, having cane in one
hand and carrying basket Of notions in
the other. All who knew her knew her
as ssAunt MARTHA and she's travelled up
and down, and been at the depot so often
that her death would be the occasion OF
general remark. The old woman found
a new saloon on Franklin street the other
day-a place just opened by wicked Bob
Smith. whose red face and bloodshot eyes
have more than once been set in frame
of prison bars. 'Aunt Martha went in,
honfng to make small sale. Bob was
wiping his glasses, and half q dozen men
sat around the stove holding glasses or
smoking cigars. "a -,
"Git out T. growled Bob, as thk old
woman entered. She did not hear him,
and, leaning over the counter she asked:
"Would ye have paperof pins cake
of soap, comb, or something!
ssGit out, you old beggar!' shouted
Bob, raising his arm as if ha.would
strike.
"I'm no beggar, and don't you dare to
strike me!' replied "Aunt. Martha
never moving an inch.
"Why, what's to keep me from wiring
ing your old neck if want toy inquir.
ed Bob.
"The Lord, sir ~ she answered.
"Ho! no! no !" laughed Bob. "Tbere,
take that
And he deluged her with rinsings. The
filthy LIQUID struck her in the face and
ran down over her faded black shawl and
ofa.washed calico dress, but she did not
move. Looking at him across the coun-
ter, she whispered:
, "You need praying for, and I'm gong
! to do it now and here.
ssNolyou don't!'' he shout as she
moved toward chair; 'get out OF mere
or I'll smash your head with this bot
r tle''
= She never minded him, and he raised
D the bottle for q throw, when sailor
rough. dissipated but having some man
|. hood left -leaped up and cried out !:
!. "Bob Smith, ifyou throw that bottl'
e at her I'll st.ye your bulw.rks in a pre-
"You will, en-! whooped Bob, as h
danced out.
4 eyes. he will - cried, the rest, RISING
n up.
They were too many for Bob, and h
% had to stand there while Aunt Marth
4 knelt on a chair and prayed for him.
e She was still praying when he dashe
e out to kick her, but "Foxy HILL wn
le came out of State prison only mont
y ago, grabbed him by the throat, force
Id him into chair, and Kissed:
bob Smith, if you harm hair OF tina
% old woman's head, Ill make tuners
10 here!''
et AUNT Martha," knelt again, folded he
3, hands, and said:
|: "These young men were children nj
j. long ago, and they had praying mother
,e and God.fearing fathers. They al
r. walking in wicked paths, and their hear
ne know no good. l pray that their ey'
~ NAV be opened to their wickedness, an
to that their feet may be turned into oth'
m and better paths!'
r.. s.She's right called out steamboa
is. man, as the old woman paused.
rs, .sShoot me if she ANTI cried anothe
cd "Go ahead, mother!' shouted thir
on "I'n be - if she does" yelled Il
be Infatuated Bob, and he reached her Al
gave her q heavy kick before any o.
as could interfere.
he She screamed with pain as she rose U
at and then there came terrible s'lent
NO Bob stood with his arm raised to strik
al: Aunt Martha leaned on the cha
70. tears rolling down her wrinkied cheek
It and the half.a-dozen men were sPe
rer bound with Indignation. "Foxy Bill
broke the silence ny saying:
uld .Step out doors, mother, and look o
NV for splinters.
She obeyed, and Bob Smith was che
az, ed and pounded until his senses lett III =,
and everything that could be hand'
h., was thrown out Of doors. They Work
n swiftly, fearing the police. and IN 4
- minutes the saloon was wreck, ana
M proprietor. still unconscious, was ly'
80, behind the counter. The work hnish
~ the men disappeared like shadows,
.Aunt Martha hobbled away, whisp
YES ing ,.-;,
to pray!"
rial ---ss - us.e Years O
~ From the Philadelphia I1mesJ