The Sunday morning news., 1891-11-15

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wasn't to illude 1t to their ignorance.
"No, ma'am, eff / he'd I'd have offered
it, seein as | amt traded fur no great
quantity, and know stores is generally
short of change.
"H-m," says the spirsterhood, you've
got other money there"
Eyes, maam," says Alhambry, taking
back the FIVE and giving her another.
"They're all alike though"
The spinsterhood looks at her and
looks at the pocketbook, and then she
beckons to boy with tray and whis-
pers to him:
"Just step this way eff you please.
says she, opening the door of back par
lor, 1--WE kin be quieter here"
Alhambry felt she meant to be real
polite, but she says;
"rd jest as lieve wait here, thank
you"
But the spinsterhood says, like she'd
bite her head off:
"Pd little ruther you'd sit there"
Seemed as ef Alhambry couldn't say
no, and twasn't polite not to be willin
to visit little. however sharp folkses
noses and voices was, eff they invited
you SO persistent So she went in and
the spinster says, "Set down." So she
sot.
"It's real pleasant this morning" " says
Alhambry.
"Glad you find it so." says the woman.
We've hgAsplenty of rain," says AL
hambry. IND juss hope it will stay
clear while we're travelin about"
"Mebbe you won't travel quite as fast
as you expect to-" says the woman, look.
ing fust at her bonnet and then at her
shoes, and shifting.
Now, Alhambry is quite reader, and
among the stories she'd read was one Of
a traveller that came to wayside tavern
and was onprudent enough to take out
his pocketbook and let 'em see how much
money he had, and that night, after he
had gone to bed, he heerd noises and
suspicionated suthin another, and got
up and hid in a corner, and 10 and be.
holdl trap under the bed opened and
it disappeared. Twas den of murder
ers, and travellers was their prey. l for
get how it ends, but it couldn't have
been wrote unless he jumped out of the
window and SO escaped. But all these
dreadful facts rose up before Alhambry
Jane. She had showed her money too
free; she'd been illured into this back
parlor fur to be done away with. Like
as not there was a trap under her chair.
Never since she wus born had she been
so deadly scared, and uttering a screech,
she jumped up and ran fur the door.
"Stopr" says the spinsterhood, but
Alhambry wouldn't STOP She rushed
through the store and out into the street,
and up that street she flowed. the spin
sterhood at her heels.
'sMurderl' screams Alhambry.
'sStop thiefp screams the woman, and
a couple of men jest saved Alhambry
from bein run over by butchers
wagon as two policemen appeared upon
the scene of conflict with drawed clubs.
said when I began this here heart
rending noration that Alhambry's we'd
ding outing was an awful trying one. !
shan't attempt to give no description of
the feelings of lady of such delicate
sensitudes on being marched like a
Fourth Of July procession up Broadway,
her big hairpin lost and her hair down
her back, one sleeve pulled out and her
gathers ripped and most of the York
folks follerin on behind.
When they arrived at the station
house and she was marched in, her only
comfort was that the spinsterhood was
there, too, and she had a false front and
it had got crooked. She couldn't look at
her for horror, but she felt safe from
bein murdered. Next thing she knew
she was made to go up before desk,
and gentleman--most probable legal
lawyer-was asking all their names, and
saying to the spinsterhood:
"Do you make charge against this
womany
And the spinisterhood was answering:
"Yes, sir. She passed this counterfeit
bill on us, and she's got others of the
same kind with her Pve no doubt she's
one of gang sent out to flood the city
with 'em. Minute | saw her | knew
what she was. I've seen that kind,
mimeny, pimeny. Butter wouldn't melt
in their mouths, you'd think, till you
found 'em out.
"Silence," !" says somebody.
"Why. you dreadful thing" put in
Alhambry. .sHow can you talk so? l
thought you took me into the back par
lor to rob and murder me. believe you
did. I've read all about such places.
That money can't be counterfeit. It'sas
new as can be-"
"Silence!' says somebody again.
"Be quiet, be quistw says the legal
lawyer IF you did not know the money
was counterfeit and can tell me where it
came from and who gave it to you. it
will be all right"
Alhambry looked at him, an awful
thought arisin in her mind.
'sIf tell where it came FROM" saii
she, "what would you do with the person
that gave it to me?"
"He would be punished according tx
law" said the legal lawyer. 'sSpeal
up!'
"No," says Alhambry. "Take m,
away and put me into dungeon, fo
never will reveal the namep'
/ know that gal, and l know the sper
rit of the christened martyrs rose in he
buzzum when she thought of her poo
pa dragged from his home and suffering
in a prison.
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