Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-10-12
HER NIGHT OFF.
vr7gg Mss OA8ILL WENT AND WHAT ZAP
Pinned TO EER
o,,- flo Sory Of q Now Tork Servant Girl, Bet 1t
is Strange and TrUs-Snles ard
Tears IL Short SPscs-A Pro-
pa.sy Fulfilled.
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,srr feature. remarked; "Ill strike
~. madame for an eyenin' out"
r,r rhiS was not a well-regulated
family. whose mental duties Miss Cahtll
osrf.rmed, where the evening out was
Stipulated in the bond.
Miss Cahil knew that she had but to
s.lE her lady and state that her shoes
,,-s- be meuded (which was her chronic
.y.rsa for going out to receive g lazy
..Verv wen, Rose
IN She c0mbed her straight black bang
,-I donued a wonderful Shlrt-watSt,
,-bt.l I'm itself was an outward and WISH
f,a SIGN of her ycsrning 10 roam, and
made her way 20 the tiny drawing-rOom
IN PASS through the farce Of asking her
ristroSs's permission
Mrs Won Scribbler sat in the parlor.
..Whar IS IL, Rose, your ShoeS?' she
asked. as the servants head appeared
between the por,iereS.
.YiS. mum. I'M be walkin' on me
hare feet ouless 60 ont the ayenin',"
was the glib reply.
"what would be a pity. But thought
YOU went out last evening 10 get your
shoes mtnded2'
..Wen. mum. that divil of a shoemaker
f9 mendin the heel must have stretched
the side, for it's bgrStln' wider than the
oven d00-e.'
''Very WELL you may 90.
sit is tell.n' fortunes we are, mum?"
Miss CahiI asked suddenly cycling the
cards Mrs. Van ScriOb.er held in her
hands.
eyes. DO YOU want me 10 tell yours?
We'll, win. Cut the cards aud make
wish.
Miss Cahiu took the cards and pom
derad. Should she wish FOR that new
dress she had seen I'm a Third avenue
store, or a red paraSol % carry Sunday
afternoons? Suddenly a laughing Irish
face, with rollick.Eg blue eyes, came be-
fore her She was walking down a lane
I'm County Clare once more and she heard
O voice whisper in her ear: III not be
long behind yez, darIint. Shure I'll be
after me Rose 20 pluck and Wear her on
me heart" Miss Clhiil wished.
Mrs. Non Scribbler turned the cards.
you've cut your wish, Rose That's
good luck, she said. "But running the
cards over ln her hands, 'your wish, 1
ann sorry % say, is very near dark cards.
Hare is O. DEATH
.I mus, be goin' to a wake, said Miss
Cab,n
"a death. " went on the seeress, "and
here's a long iOurner-a long, long jour
ury, aud here's fair young man Rose,
coming to see YOU.
"Och, musha, musha" interrupted
Rose. "It's the divil himself How can
L. e. tel.
"Here q surprise ana tears. Oh, Rose,
am sorry FOR YOU, You are going TO
weep bitterly
It's q wake, sure" said Rose.
'Tlauk ye, mum. Good night. III
lave the shoes tIll some other night, >"
Miss Cahill said 10 herself "a she pinned
ou her hat, can I'll go 70 McDermott's
Cd spend a quiet avenin'
She took the l. train to Thlrty-third
street and then boarded a green car, nor
paused In her flight GIN Avenue A was
reached. Then she wended her way TO
the second floor, back, of one OF the
numerous teuementS In that neighbOr-
hood.
The McDOrmetts were receiving that
evening and reioicCd were they TO see
Miss C2hiIl Many were the questions
asked about the new place, for Rose had
not been many weeks In Ninety-fourth
street.
..She ia p nice lady, said Miss Cahill,
c~1c.ousiy. 81 can dOGnything wild her
o.e does be writiu' away all Gay fur
payers an small heed does she pay 20
nee. 7 have ala the peaches l want an
glass of wine ON Sundays" A Sympa-
Ilot.l croau went arOuEd the room.
'I go out three avcnln's in the week.
Last Thursday I wore her black hat wild
pink roses, and mighty becOmin' II was
90 mo Sthyle. She was down at COOpey'S,
So was safe. To-day she told me for
tune. What DO yes think9 There wuz
death I'm the cards" A wall went round
the room, and q little old woman In
huge friued cap behind the stove laid
down her pipe.
sI told yez so" she cried, shrilly.
"TherC wur wicClu' sheets In the candle
last night an the death-watCh licked In
tho wall"
"Hould yer tongue" cried her daugh-
ter-iu-law, ''ycz make me ,leSh creep"
just then there came heavy knock
So the door Mrs. O'D0nucll from the
door above stood there weeping. "It'S
me, jim, " she cr'el. "It'S been gone he
has these two nights an days. I thought
dee wuz only on for one OF his thrunkS.
Jist now Policeman Mu.cahey knocks At
my door an says he, Is your husband at
home, Mrs O'Donneii?' Says I, He Is
not SAYS he, DO yez know where he
Is. Mrs. O'Douucli?' Il do not, says 1.
q am sorry 10 tell ye1 he is dead, says
be. 'Murther,' says l.. He Is 80 the
Nlorgue.' says be, an yez had betther
be g1in' there TO Identify him., says he,
IAN will Ouy OF yez come along wild me| "
Would they? sympathy Is never
lacking in the tenement, and the Me
narmottS and Miss Cahill rose 20 the
sOrrowfGl occasion.
With much mourning the little pro-
ceSsion took It's way 70 the low RED
building at the foot Of Twenty-sIxth
street. Mrs. O'DOnEe., describing TO her
svmpathizirg friends the "foine man
her Jim was and how full OF "sperrits;"
10 which the latter statement they were
quite willing to testify, as poor O'Don-
nell had rarely been sober.
Miss Cahill eyed the Morgue with
much curiosity. She supported the
widow tenderly IS they passed into the
terrible room where the dead lay. The
keeper raised the sheet from the body
Mrs. O'Donneu was 70 Identify. The
poor woman leaned forward. Glory to
Cod she shouted, chats notjtm.
'Wcn, butt" returned the keeper,
''MulcacheY positively identified him
'Nulcahey has not lived wild Jim
O'Dounell for Jwtnty years" said the
woman with crest flrmness Whats