The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-02-03
"THRILLBY."
BY DU MoREHURRY.

phlub WOnudFlul pictures anu Improve
his virture. There waa nothing the
matter with his virtue. but the Juke
and Guffee. who lived in the Latin quar-
ter and had more whiskers, had told the
youth that his halo would be improv ed
by few years in their company, and
he hRd turned hia lephant's-breath
coored eyes ON them and taken them at
their word.
One morning while they were all
three painting pictures and listening to
the weird music OF Yengarlic who was
turning The Bowery into grand opera on
a spawned piano, beautiful girl, six
feet, tall, entered the studio and cried
out, Hot tam ales /" in voice that
made Guffes's whiakers curl aud caused
Little Slice to long for home and
mother
AS ThFillby lie TO be the soiled, but
very loveable heroine of this effort on
my humble part to take the fig leaf off
OF contemporary fiction, let me describe
her as she entered the studio. The first
thing that struck the eye of an artistic
observer was her right foot. After he
had feasted his eye on her right foot the
up-to-date spectator would cloy himself
with her Left pedal extremity Her
fetching ieet were clad in nothing but
toeDails and we're well heeled. The last
was TACT that hit Vengarlic in h:s
empty pocket. He had never been we'll
heeled himself, but he was very fond of
hot tsmales, and spotted Thrillby for
prospective victim at oncs.
Thrillb7 threw her wsll~filed bask t.
ct the luke's head and seated herself
on the top Of an easel. Filling a long
clay pipe, abe carefully placed her poetic
feet in the middle distance and pro-
eeeded to mash Little Sillee.
"Parblosh," cries Yengerlic "oom.
meng vous postesh-vois? | will look at
your feet and put on the loud pedal"
Here Gutfee hit the missmstic Ven
garlic clip on the side OF the head, and
the musician began to play an impro-
vised nocturne from the famous song,
Don't Bolt.
"Just get onto my curves!" cried
Thrillby. throwing off the only ga mont
sne wore and beginning to sing.
Little Slice turned black and blue.
He had determined to make the "hot.
tsmele girl" his wife, feeling con-
ynced that his elevating influence
would cause her to live up to her feet.
But the bare possibilities suggested to
him by her antiGrannis methods shook
his resolution, and caused wave of re-
form to strike him below the belt. To
the pure all things are pure, but little
Sillee wac not as long on purity that day
as usual
Meanwhile Vengerlc had begun to
get in his funny work. He made sew
eral passes at-rrillby, but Guffee cried,
Beware. the pass, and the maiden, as
she was in theory if not in fact,
lodged.
by gar p cried Vsngarlic, II luf you
Thrill6y. will come in high hat and
pooling beeg cigar, and blant con-
Rublnes OF your grave. Dat ees de way
/ make luf. You can daxe Get or leei
it, shust as you choose. But if you
want q cure cure for chilblains, you
shust gum to me and | will geef you a
rest"
Little Slice had recovered his eaus
librium and was drawing a picture of
the dear, sweet. lovely, wronged. and
ssinted girls large but symmetrical
Left toe. Suddenly Thrillby Jaw what
he was doing, and for the first time in
her life she realized that her lett toe
was her private property. There was
something in Little Siles's chestnut
morality that told her this. The con-
viGtion came to her as shock. Her
left toe was we'll known in the slums of
Paris, and it had frequently been aeen in
public places, but Little SLICES pure
eyes had suddenly made it sacred to the
girl and she wrapped it up carefully in
one of the Juke'5 unmentionablea that
she had just been mending, and wept q
10 fau ut har mi i'm I'D
This was too much for Guffee, and he
clasped her in his arms in brotherly
embrace-no harm mesnt-while Ven
garlic played serenade, especially i'm.
provieed for the occasion, from the Lost
Chord. Even the luke couldn't help
recalling he last time he went wrong.
Little Sillee had just sent dispatch
to his dear old mother, saying that he
had lost everything save honor, and
fondly hoped 10 lose that aoon. Vengar-
lie was calmly confident. He knew that
he waa the only man in the crowd who
could cure Thrillby'a chilblans, and
he cynioally consigned them all to the
bathtub.
All this happened many years ago,
but have thought it worth the telling
in order 10 impress upon the public the
fact that Thrillby was good fellow.
That was her business outside of Office
hours. She had friendly nature.
There ia a good deal of psthos about her
fate, but bear in mind that she was not
punished Tor her sing, but for q mesalli-
auoe contracted by her father. This is
all at present in this strain. 1t 10 tins
for little more narrative.
On tho following day several things
bad reached climax, but don't want
to shock the young person. SO | will not
tell you Just exactly what they were.
Even Guhee looked younger while Ven
garlic made a beautiful tune on one note
and looked like the devil. phrillby
stood in the studio gazing ct Little Slice
in silence. She was dressed in cos
tune that would not have subjected
her to arrest in Chicago. This did not
add to her Vaccinations. Ii there was
ANYTHING that prevented Thrillby from
being as unconsciouuly pure as her feet
indicated it was pair of overslls that
she used TO don when she was anxious
TO live up to Little Slice. On the day
of which we are now writing she was in
a very unselfish mood. Suddenly Little
Sillee'a aged mother entered she studio.
"You have more clothes ON than |
expected, F" she said to Thrillby. Guffee
and the luke sneaked out and hanged
themselves. Vengarlic played dirge
from Tommy Make Room for Your
Aunty, while Little Slice adjusted his
halo and looked pure.
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