The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-18
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.
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tiously as she occasionally recalled I'll plebob Trigtidy and the minister with scorn, or brushed 6 tear of overnowine enjoyment from tho auivering tip of her wrinkled nose.
 If the breakfast had been a stun min banket," that dinner in the great pavilion, with the melodious rattle and chatter about them. the band playing the most enlivening music, and the soft breezes stealing up from the sea, was entirely ttyond the pJwsrs ot MeMe and Sal and Club to fitly praise.
 But when alone Aurt Mirandy kept her word in other notable respects.
 She rode with them t' raging tobog- gan. She had their pictures taken with her grirning charges lowering open moutned above and behinl her. She raced with them upon scraggy donkeys' backs. She penetrated with them the lairs of the stuffed serpents. the dens of the stuffy freaks and the jungles of the stuf!fer fortune tellers. They tossed balls at impossible targets. They swayed In chariots of the mighty re- volving wheel. They made startling rushes on overhead wire railways. They repeatedly paid homage to that most perennial and most entertaining of all trivialities, the mirthful tragedy of Punch and Judy. It seemed they would never finish with the merry-go- rounds. In fact. they indulged unstint- edly in every grotesque diversion of the seaside Babel; and as the lights began to flare out along this gayest and most cosmopolitan coast the world can show, they clambered back with the noisy throngs upon the steamers deck; and. still stirred and enlivened by the music, the songs, the almost Bacchanalian rev. clries of the pleasure seekers about them, found the return sail all too short, and the white disks In the spires and towers pointing the hour Of ten when they again set foot upon the streets of the great city.
 Babbllng and chattering along to- gether they at last came to a broad thoroughfare, dazzlingly glaring in its innumerable lights, chokinsly thronged with people of strange faces, manners and attire, and in Its pandemonium of sights and uhcouth Sounds, almost an exact night picture. only in greater magnitude, of the distracting aggrega- tion of touters' dens they had left be- side the sea.
 "Hully gee" sighed Club. "home's de bes' place after all!'
 "Dey ain't no hunkier one dan dis" murmured Sal in sympathy.
 You're dead right, pards:" chined in Name, "de ol Bow'ry gifts over dem all!"
 Why, is this the Bowery?" stam- mered Aunt Mirandy. experiencing her first sense of trepidation of the day.
 "Taint no udder!'n replied Chub proudly and pettishly. Say. Aunt M'- randy, ye aint goin' back 'mong de nobs 'thout settin' up de wet?"
 without setting up the wet?" horri- fiedly replied the old lady.
 Yes, yes, yes!" they ,importuned with ugly and threatening persistence. pushing Aunt Mirandy toward dark alley near. No Bow'ry ladies parts 'thout doin' the lucky!"
 The instant the waifs had reached the famous and infamous thoroughfare, Ina glare of the lights. the sight of their ompanions. the fumes from liqtor
 >ns,- and all that subtle. influence which reaches it's deviIish clutches from the dark realms of vicious famil- jar association, had rehabilitated these things of the night with their savage natures, and Aunt Mirandy suddenly felt that the tables of power and au- thority had been turhed.-
 Overcome with dread and fear, she, dare not resist. With a rush they car ried her into dimly-lighted groggery. Scarcely Knowing what she did, she let the ravens have their way. They re- counted the adventures, of the day up- roariousiy to the grinnfts' frequenters- of the place. They drank and sang, and pressed drink upon their now ter rorized companion. It had scarcely touched her lips before everything 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, embracing her in ogreish giee.
 Those of the ravens ilk who soddenly saw the rest, saw helpless old woman bundled along the, loatnsome 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 at- tire about her was gone; when the pitt full old creature, bare as when she en- tered the world, was hustled into dark hallway and grotesquely robed in flut- terihg rags. Then they pushed and SI,oved O nd ca rried her to fh, corner 0f Q respectable street. where the ravens waited until they espied an officer and hailed him jocularly at g safe distance with, ! ..
 Hi, copsyAyou! De or jays name is Aunt Mirandy Trigtidy Dere's card pinned on 'er evenin' gown. dat tells wher' de angel hunks. Take Ter dere. She'll be wort dozen bones ter ye, 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 thls?' glared in contemptuous incredulity at the honest officers tale and rewarded him for his merciful pains by slamming the door in his face. It might have been the loss of blood, for few will admit it could have been a tWinge of quickened conscience, which, few hours later, brought Chub Slivers, partially sobered, to a sitting posture beside her prostrate compan- ions where. over divisions of their