The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-19

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The instant the waits had reached the
Famous and Infamous thoroughfare. the
glare OF the lights. the sight of their
companions, the fumes from liquor dens,
and all that subtle influence which
reaches its develish clutches from the
dark realms of vicious familiar associa-
tion, had rehabilitated these things of
the night with their savage natures, and
Aunt Mirandy suddenly felt that the
tables OF power and authority had been
turned
Overcome with dread and fear, she dare
not resist. With a rush they carried her
INTO dlmly lighted GROCERY Scarcely
knowing what she did, she let the ravens
have their way. They recOunted the ad-
ventures of the day uprOariously to the
grInnlng frequenters of the place. They
drank and sang, and pressed drink upon
their now terrorized companion. 1t had
scarcely touched her lips before every
thing seemed TO whirl about her and her
veins were on fire. She tried to speak:
TO plead; but she could not. She saw dim
and darkly, retaining only some sort of
consciousness that impish forms were
dancing and cavorting about her, embrac-
ing her in ogerish glee.
Those of the ravens ilk who soddenly
saw the rest, saw helpless old woman
bundled along the lothesome alleys where
she had that morning come with such
pride and sturdy purpose, by three savage
and relentless ravens that plucked and
picked and plucked, until every article OF
value and shred of attire about her was
gone; when the pitiful old creature, bare
as when she entered the world, was
hustled into dark hallway and gro
tesquely robed in tluttering rags. Then
they pushed and showed and carried her
to the corner of a respectable street
where the ravens waited until they espied
an officer and hailed him jocularly at
sage distance distance with,
Hi, copsy-you De oil jays name is
pinned on 'er evenin' gown dat tells wher'
de angel hunks. Take 'er dere. She'll
be wort dozen bones to yer, copsy!"
With which, and with wild yells of
glee, they disappeared in the darkness
whence they came; and an hour later, the
perspIring policeman deposited the limp
form of Aunt Mirandy in the arms of the
Mortified Triplebob Trigtidy, who, while
his good wife moaned. Has it come to
thisl" glared in contemptous incredulity
at the honest officers tale and rewarded
him for his merciful pains by slamming
the door in his face.
1t might have been the loss of blood, for
few will admit 1t could have been a twinge
of quickened conscience, which, few
hours later, brought Club Slivers, par
TALLY sobered, to a sitting posture beside
her PROSTATE companions, where, over
division of their spoils, in their drunken
frenzy they had tigerishly fought and fell
faint de dead hunk ting-no, faint
sou she shifted hoarsely.
She staggered to her feet and began
fumbling about the pockets, breasts and
clenched hands of Name and Sal. Then
she cleared her own pockets, and with
deft touches went over each article,
identifying it and calling it by name in
her own strange jargon.
She done de gran act-so she did ="
muttered Club with a trace of indigna-
ton in her lowered tones.
Then she made a package of all the
booty as best she could
Aunt Mirandy gifts desc traps" she
said fiercely, shaking her swollen fists de-
family at her snoring companions, ''if
Club Slivers mas ter do time!"
When she had arrived at the fine Trig-
tidy mansion, she lowered about it until
the policeman on that beat had disap-
peared on his rounds Then she rang the
bell stoutly and Triplebob Trigtidy him
self, wakeful from already experienced
calamity and closely followed by his
nmid and apprehensive helpmeet showed
his head cautiously at a crack of the
door.
Murder" he cried, shutting the
door fast as he caught sight of Club
Slivers' disheveled clothing, portentious
package and gaShed and bloody face.
The bell rang again with more insistive
clamor. AS he once more furtiveIy
opened the door for a cautious distance he
heard a window above him go up with a
slam. A gray and scraggy head pro-
truded.
WHO'S there7" its voice huskily de-
manded.
It's me-Chub Slivers, mum !-one o.
de muges as guy We de Knockout drops
an done We hunk Aunt Mirandy, is
come wild yer traps! J"
"Triplebob!-you there2"
"Ye-e-e-s, Mirandy."
Bring the girl up to my room in
stanter, or-or I'll cut you off without a
pennyp'
In a moment more the amazed Trigtidy,
his wife and the raven stood before Aunt
Mirandy, who sat bolt upright in bed
Fetch the doctor! Bring my lawyer,
too" she shouted after her nimbly de-
parting brother.
Il said I'd bring de buds, said the girl
doggedly," if had ter do time; an here
dey is
"Bosh Put 'em down an set down
yourself"
A physician was soon stitching and
patching Jne ugly SaSneS on CnQD ollV6rS'
hands, neck and face; and Aunt Miriam
dyS lawyer was beside her directly. IN
questioningly obeying her imperative
behests.
Write a check for five thousand. paya-
BILE to the order of the -- Church Ex-
tension Fund. I'll sign it in the morn
ing"
The check was drawn as she directed.
Now. Triplebob," she said sternly /;
Pm going to cut you Off"
Mr.. Trigtidy turned pale and his wife
wore the first hopeful smile her face had
known for years.
With only one-half of my property
for Clara for she's the one you've let
stand my domineerin' all her married
life"
''Oh. sister," and "Oh. Mirandv,n
came chokingly from their confused
lips.
"Oh, botherW she returned stoutlv
That's tn way TN be. I'll keep the
rest. Now, everybody get OUTPUT Club
Slivers. She and III get out in the
mornin'. You, Club, go to bed on that
sofy. I've had one day at reformin, hit
or miss, and rather like it, One out
of three amt bad Club, lock that
door.
And as the astonished group stole whis-
peringly in the hallway and Club Slivers
turned the key in the lock and skulked
10 the sofa, as hidden; the sturdy old sol
der of the Cross turned on her pillow,
muttered, "One out of three amt bad Z"
for little, and finally sank into peaceful