The Press., 1892-02-04
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 '1t's real pleasant this morning." say. A1hambry. s3
 'sGlad you find it so. ? says the woman.
 We've had plenty of rain," says Al hambry. "And juss hope 1t win stay clear while we're travelin about.
 "Mebbe you won't travel quite as fast as you expect to. rsays the woman, look ing fust at her bonnet and then at her shoes. and snifRng, ss.es 1ss
 Now, Alhambry is quite areader, . and among the stories she'd read was one of traveller that came to 3 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 To and be- holdl trap under the bed opened and it disappeared Twas den of murder CTS, and travellers was their prey. 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 KIured into this back parlor fur to be done away with. Like as not there was trap under her chair. Never since she wus born had she been so deadly scared, and uttering screech she jumped up and ran fur the door. t
 ''Stopt- 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. , a "Murder" screams Alhambry.
 ''Stop thiefi" screams the woman, and 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 r said when I began this here heart rending noration that Alhambry's we'd ding outing was an awful trying one. l 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 1 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 a legal l lnxr III 1 saying to the spinsterhood:
 Do you make charge against this woman?" H.
 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. I've no doubt she's one of gang sent out to flood the city I with 'em. Minute saw her 1 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. "How can you talk sop thought you took me into the back par Tor to rob and murder me. ibelieve you did. I've read all about such places. That money can't be counterfeit. It's as new as can be-"
 ''SilenceP' says somebody again.
 "Be quiet. be quietT says the legal lawyer .f you did not know the money was counterfeit and can tell me where 1t came from and who gave 1t to you, 1t will be all right" ,
 l Alha;mbry looked at him. an awful thought arisin in her mind.
 stIf tell where 1t came from" sait she, sswhat would you do with tho perso1 Aehat gave 1t to me2'
 sHe would bs punished according t, law," said the legal lawyer .Speal upi" sl
 ''No," says Alhambry. Take m, away and put me into a, dungeon. fo never will I reveal the namel" 1 know that gal. and know the sper | rit of the christened martyrs rose in he buzzum when she thought of her poo pa dragged from his home and sufferin In 8 prison. s.
 "No," says she to herself. liar bette for all the family that it should be me-
 So she says .'Neyer" more determine' than before, and folds her arms %L
 "It's some man, says the spinsterhood "her kind is always connected with som man."
 silence says somebody. V
 "Your kind mostly ain't, says Alharl bry. 5,t stg.s..,
 Elf it had been her dying gasp she' have had to say4it.
 l Somebody says ''Silence" again.
 "Who gave you that money to pass You had better tell the truth. youn woman, says the judge.
 '.Tortures couldn't drag 1t from me. says Alhambry Jane. Nummors i couldn't, nor if they had used racks ant thumbscrews, like they did in. Fox martyrs. know that gal Before commenced norating this afdictive tai 1 didn't know my talons; but now fee I have 'en, I perceed to envelope more literary style of writing, and yo ! mustn't be surprised when say the plG begins to jell. That's better tha sthicken;" seems to me newer too
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