The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-03-28

HNdy. Seeing that no one would give
him hand, | helped to carry her up
stairs. ! rcpented it, for she was heavy
and her clothes were greasy and filthy.
About week later ! WAS going down
Queens road towards Chcyne walk
1t was chilly, fogsy weather and the slush
was thick i'll the streets. The lamps mad
been just lit and were gliding the puddles,
and | could see a row of lights diminishing
along the misty embankment
AS | passed the mouth of Paradise walk
! saw IA crowd. They We're badgerinS
and batting an old woman; she was drunk
| supposed. Then ! saw it was old Biddy
Gallagher, and for once she looked sober.
But her conduct was singular; she was
walking sideways up the sum with her
arms out straight.
I'm crab she, was saying. I'm a
crab, an I'm walkin i'll an out o dc vel
low scaweed dat hangs on de rocks by
Leenaan."
The crowd roared with delight. ''Wot
Il game" they said shes Off her nut
and she thinks she's a crab" They We're
making way for her to pass. Time was
when she could have made way for herself
have clefta path through the thickest mob
like q tornado.
Suddenly she turned on them raging.
How dar ye follow me here. you crule
bastes?' she yelled. This isn't London
Here she cursed the crowd with incredibly
vile language, and tha more eloquent she
grew the more they enjoyed it.
Then as she reached the mouth of the
Stun and saw the red pillar-box in Queens
road before her, NO. I'm not Il crab"
she cried I'm q letther for Bailinahad-
Green. For a penny sthamp | can so all
de way dere." She butte' her tousled
head against the slit of the box. q can't
get in she said, 'ah, put me III or I'll be
late for de post"
Policeman 300 J. whose name in pri
vate life is Patrick McPhaddon, cam" swag-
gering towards her. Move on there
now" he said.
rs it move on, constable? Isn't that
what I'm wantin to do? I'm letthcr for
Ireland. If | was an ould woman now.
I'd never see me home more. But I'm n
letther. and for penny sthanp IN Goln
straight all de way TO Ballinnhadereen
on de road to Mann. For de dear Gods
sake give me 4 sthamp, constable.
"A stamp? Ills shove I'll be givin'
ye,' said Policeman 300 j Move on
now, good woman, Or III be after running
You in" But Bddy Went on butting the
pillar and crying thai it was Il disgrace to
II Christian country to make the letter
boxes so small Come on then said the
policeman. kindly enough. Come on then,
It's the general postoiice I'll he taking you
to-" He Went off With Biddy hanging on
his arm lovingly.
And now I hear that Biddy is to be found
in bethlehem hospital. She must look odd
since She is forced 10 dress neatly. She keeps
dirty black stamp stuck over her left
eyebrow, and they say would rather dill
than have it washed off I'm lett,., |
for Ireland" she cries TO every one. as, y (
me quick or I'll be late for de maihrom
for de dear Gods sake, post ma &
dat may be goin to Bainahad.e
road to Maam'
In.-The Dark Man-Tho story of an &s,
Long ago the fairies often stole CHI
they chose the prettiest and carried the,
to f0irylaDd-the kingdom of Iyrnanoge-f
leaving hide0us changelingS instead. In
those days no man had call to be ashamed
of his offspring, since if baby was dcform-
ed or idiouc it was known to be n change
ling.
1t is sixty years now since old Mike Lon