Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-10-03

Relatives. o horrid monster Did she spent
1t alli
Godf Soon she will be here, and will tell 70,
then.
Mrs Ard. And does she know why you hay
called her here
G0df She does not know.
Enter Mrs. Stone.
ArS. StO. This has a resemblance to a merry
meeting,
So bright the faces of this company;
You should know Josephine, such things like not
Then Why have you made me partaker of it
GOdt | fear twill be as sad merry-making
AZ men do make upon a funeral
Mrs. Sto. A funeral what but it cannot be.
Jos. Ay, but 1t is and sad the heart of mine,
That forces out the words, TO tell it thee
Hrs. Sto. funeral; but who ist now that
dead
Jos Ny love for thee.
Mrs Sto. Thy love for me ha ha and is it so
Then be it known to thee, feed not on thy love;
And did wear it for a garment on
This back Of mine, | would not feel it there;
Nor will it raise fortune up to me
Jos But by fort une was it lost TO thee.
Mrs St0. What is your meaning nowG
Jos. Ny words hold out their meaning.
Mrs. St0. But that meaning is clothed in affec
tation,
If you would speak to me, speak simply.
Godt For you tbs not to ask simplicity;
Nay but 'twere better far to drag around thee
All sbstruse words, 10 shield from US thy guilt.
Mrs Sto. Guilt?
JOS Nay, put no injured look upon thy face;
Thy actions all are stamped with outlines,
Turn thy eyes backward over twenty years;
Canst thou see back, upon the plain of time,
A dying father and his orphan child
There canst thou picture, too, Utility woman
Who robbed that orphan OF its earthly all?
Nay, hold not back lay out the truth before us.
Ms. Sto. And twas for this you trapped me to
this place;
To injure me with wrongful slanderingsf
But think you will meekly play the lamb?
Make way there let me pass.
Tries to 90 out through locked door,
G0df The door is 10 ked.
Mrs Sto. I'd crush the lock were it of adamant.
Coat Thy hand, methinks, is far too soft for
that;
But calm myself; here are you brought for judg-
These are thy Judges that are seated here.
Mrs Sto. These doll-faced innocents here seated
round
Ha hs pretty company it is
And can they bear tAe angry tigress' glance!
Cody. They will bear thine.
Mrs Sto Nay, but this all is but some silly
Godi Would that it were no more; but, as 1
live
Mrs Sto. But as you live-and all the life you
have
Might by a tiny sparrow's brain be bounded
Then judge ahead, and We, We moOn-faced judges,
Put now a look of weighty wisdom on;
Be wise in 10 ks if We be not in thought
Keep your ears stretched to catch the slightest
sound,
Nay, never look amazed. When judgments done,
Beware, or do tear your sleepy eyes out
Now, that Pm done, may you proceed to work
GOdf. Then, be it known, full evidence is found,
That you have made, what was once Josephine's--
a fortune left her by her father dead
Your own and we're you man, and not a woman,
You should be named thief
Mrs StO. And were you man, and woman not
false liar,
I'd throttle thee now Judge, wax faces, Judge
Jos. The time has not yet come for judgment on
thee;
Another tale 'gainst thee Pm forced to tell;
Long was it locked secret in my breast,
Till did share that secret with my husband:
Then, be it known to all this company,
That this, my aunt, who so loving,
On ia sc plea, did take me from my home
To far New York, and there did strive TO wed me-
Mrs. Sto. Nay, you do draw all patience from my
By your slow speech. I'll tell your tale,
Then will the end more quickly come. Grave
judges
Ny niece would say wished to marry her
To poor devil that wou take her hand
For a few Thousand dollars take her where
She woBld be from my sight, while here spent
The money that her father left her
Now judge me daughter Of the devil, or
A fend, or what You will. But speak
A word to ease my ears, that itch TO hear
word from lips so grave.
Knocking at the door
Godf Who knocks?
[Within.i Polite. Two officers of the law.
Mrs. Sto. Ha stands it so ? The blessing Of the
devil
leave to all of you Such friends, such piteeus
friends
Curse all of you-like sparks of midnight fire
May curses fall on you
The glistenng gold and Death are all mans earthly
friends
The last | ove the best come kiss me Death
draws a dagger from her bosom and stabs herself.
Now on now on ye hounds, upon the dying hare