New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-09-11

Iultt LuOuluS al LlIuC. huu Wucu Sut
come to lodge, she steered pretty clear OF
the law-comins for few nights you
see, amt then off again on her own ways
They're more afraij Of the almshouse
than they are Of hell, these folk.
So she got to be pretty old customer
always come to this station. | don't
know but that was my fault Once [
give her pair Of my wife's shoes. II
was one January morning, twelve below
zero. She hadn't any stockings, only
pair of old ru5bers, and her bare feet came
through onto the pavement, and it was
pretty icy. / suppose I might have
lost my place for it. Eth? Cap'n! But
don't think Doherty ever told o. me.
She grew to be pretty tough case, Doh
erty did. And yet there was always
something liked about Doherty. You
see she used to sing. Sometimes
they do. And once or twice I've
had chap here who could draw portraits
of the rest. Scrawl the walls all over. if
he wasn't watched One OF the worst
cases we ever had on these books. his
name was Gafery-Peter Gallery. KILL
ed an officer, finally, with a horse shoe.
He used to talk Latin when he was drunk,
and some other language. l thought it
was Dutch; but the chief heard him, and
he guessed it was Greek. The fellow
used to get the rest all ranged round like
an audience. and then go att. Bat gen
orally they talked religion. It's n ore
popular. This Doherty that speak of,
she had a beautiful voice Time and
again I've set up here looking over the
books at dead Of night, alone along with
an officer or so, and heard the call go up
from man somewhere down below.
''Doherty! Sing us to sleep, Doherty!
Sing us to sleepw
And then Doherty from the womens
cell would hear them, through the wall,
and she'd begin. And the fighting and
the swearing and all the horrid noise
would quie, down; and, true enough, /
think they slept. I had Newfoundland
dog that went to sleep when my wife
played the cabinet organ. Sometimes
that woman would sing enough to make
your flesh creep. She'd lost all her looks
by that time. But she never sang so when
she was sober. And sometimes she'd strike
up pretty thing as clean and sweet as
the hush ably my own baby hears, ma am,
from my own wife's lips; Sometimes
she sang "Aud Lang Syne" or "Home
Sweet Home;;n and once that women pick
ed up song called the ''Three Fishers"
Maybe you know it. You could hear her
all over this great building.
For men must work and women must weep,
And women must weep."--
" Don't you ever sing any hymns, Doh
erty? says to her one night-more to
see what she would say, you know. But
she looked 1T me and made me no answer,
and passed on. Doherty never quite lost
her ways like other women, when she
was herself. Sometimes she was quite
manageable and gentle in her ways.
That night she didn't sing at ALL The
men kept it up, off and on. all night SIS
Doherty in to-nigrt2' Hasn't Dohertv
Gomez" "Sing us to sleep, Doherty
sing us to sleep!'
But she wouldn't open her lips; and
when morning came-it was a snowy
mornlng-and I let her out; she tugged
little, this way, OF, my sleeve, as she
went out and said: "Goodby, lieu1en-
ant" like lady. She didn't show her
self again for a long while after that.
This winter she's came pretty often
In December she came nigh her fort
nights term; but she cleared out just in
time. Then again this month It's been
a pretty cold winter, and the woman
seemed sickly, felt sorry for her. She'd
grown unpleasant looking, and she
coughed. [ don't think She had any
place of her own this season, anywhere.
We couldn't find out. The Cap'n and
felt kind of interest, you see, she'd been
on our book, SO long. 1t was only nat
ural. But do assure YOU. ma'am, there
is nothing to be done for such case.
Nothing whatever. I wouldn't look like
that, if I we're you. You can't help it.
Him that permits 'em, He strikes 'em off
our books, now and then, into His, mad
anne; and best fol Him and them, and
us, take it, when it happens.
Now, last night, the 23d of February,
that woman, she'd just made out her four
teenth night consecutive; and I had it
planned to send her to Tewsbury today.
She'd be warm in the poor house, at least.
and sure of her rations. Cap'n and I both
fel. glad of it when we saw her stagger
in. He said: "We've got her this time"
And said: ''Heye again, Doherty2"
| went up to speak to her, for I felt
little sorry, too, knowing it was the last
time. For you couldn't understand how
familiar their faces grow, nor the kind of
feeling that an officer gets about them,
now and then.
There is the entry just as put it down.
after SO M any times.
mo. 81 (she came in rather early)-No.
81. D:-Doherty. Ellen. Vagrancy
Sick" For we saw at once that she was
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