The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-12-25
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Macy Meany is one OF the prettiest
sfis IN y. Lawrence ORIOLES parish.
sdys me 81 Louis loDe-Democrat. She
llas haNen hair that tufts all about
race tnat IS A delicate pink and white
ana smooth 2s the nacre OF sea
Sheil dark blue eyes, a nose that enviOus
LeL,i.ilne crlties describe as somewhat
STUDIED, and mouth ref and full and
s3lieNhdt- determined Miss Maggie is
me managing director OF a typewriter
~. one oL lne DiBeest hardware houses in
the " est, and she sometime ago purchased
a bicycle. which she keeps al friends
EClse on - fallOn street. because her own
L9iAs are not az al I'm de steele. and are
oiscoIragers of an manner of Innovations
ami Improvements. She has learned TO
roe very wei, but. Ike all Of her down
tro4den sex. the uetticOat has hampered
her and imreded her and stood as a bar
10 achievement
ggie has, she admits, often yearned
Ior boomers, but she never had the
nerve 70 buy a pair II would have been
too revolutionary. But the friend az
whose house the cycle is stabbed bought
a SCI. and. being very much of the same
figure and apIomb as Maggie. the latter
put them on the other day. and early in
the morning, when nobody was apt TO
be about, she took a spin upon her wheel
with new sense of delight in being alive.
As luck would have it, lust as she turned
INTO Carr street. whom should she meet
but Mrs. Julia Burke who saw the girl
before the girl saw that most respectable
shrieked:
W the love OF UaeenrX. MAGGIE,
whoever dhrasged the clothes av you
Miss Meany was so startled that she
twisted her machine into the curb and
broke the tire, and Mrs. Burke, with the
klndest and most motherly intentions,
whipped off her shawl and handed it to
Maggie, saying:
Cover the legs of you, dear, and make
a run Tor the nearest house, and I'll get
your mother to bring you a skirt Amt
II too bad, darlin.? But who did it at
Maggie by this time was mad all the
way through, which was not far, of
course but still it was as mad as she
could get. She tore of the shawl and
threw it at Mrs. Burke and called her a
hateful old thing, and she next took the
wrecked wheel in hand and began walk
ing home, closely followed by the widow,
who was satisfied the poor child was in
sane. and who meant TO see she came to
no further harm. All went well for about
block, when little Tim DOo!an, the gro
GERS son, espied the procession, and
rushed breathlessly back to his house,
calling out at the top of his voice for the
folks to come and see Maggy Meany GO
ing home without any clothes on This
was an eXaggeratiOn, but il brought out
the Doolan family, especially Mr.. Doolan,
all of whom Joined Mrs. Burke in de-
ploring poor Maggie's sad condition. Little
Tim having information 10 impart, went
on ahead, notifying the neighbors of the
strange spectacle, and generally acting
as grand marshal of the parade until BY
the time the procession crossed Biddle
street, pretty near the whole voting popu-
lation Of the precinct was out Maggie
said nothing, but her mouth was shut
tightly, her blue eyes blazed, and two red
spots PIoWed on her cheeks.
At last little Tim unthinkngly got
within range, and the next minute there
was assault and battery all over Foar-
teenth street She boxed his ears and
she pulled his hair, and there was a
twinkle of neat black stockings as she
held him off and kicked al him, but il
was not for long. The Doolan family res
cued Tim, and Mrs. Doolan said things
TO Maggie. Mr.. Meany came up at this
time and sailed into Mr.. Doolan under
the impression that he had something to
do with Maggies attire, and it was not
until Mr.. DOOlan had pounded Mr.
Meany's head back and forth on the
pavement quite often that he would listen
to any explanation whatever. The bicycle
is now for sale.