Mexico weekly ledger., 1895-02-14
"THRILLBY."
BY DU MoREHURRAY.



Guffee, who lived in the Latin Quarter
and had more whiskers, had told the
youth that his halo would be improved
by few years in their company, and
he had turned his elephant's-breath
colored eyes on them and had taken
them at their word.
One morning while they were all
three painting pictures and listening
to the weird music of Vengarlic, who
was turning sThe Bowery" into grand
opera on spawned piano, a beautiful
girl, six feet tall, entered the studio
and cried out, "Hot tamalesi'' in a
voice that made Guffee's whiskers curl
and caused Little Slice to long for
home and mother.
/ As ThriIlby is to be the solid, but
very lovable heroine of this effort on
my humble part to take the ng lear on
of contemporary fiction, let me de-
scribe 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 eioy himself with her left pedal
extremity. Her fetching feet were
clad in nothing but toe-nails and were
well heeled. The last was fact that
hit Vengarlic in his empty pocket. He
had never been we'll heeled himself,
but he was very fond of hot tamales,
and spotted Thrillby for prospective
victim at once.
Thrillby threw her we'll filed basket
at the Juke's head and seated herself
on the top of an easel. Filling a long
clay pipe, she carefully placed her
poetic feet in the middle distance and
proceeded to mash Little Sillee.
"Parblosh," cries Vengarlie, "com-
n'eng vous portesh- vols? 1 viii look
at your feet and put on the loud
pedal"
Here Guffee hit the miasmetic Ven-
garlic clip on the side Of the head,
and the musician began to play an i'm
provised noetrine from the famous
song, "Don't Bolt"
"Just get on to my curves!" cried
Thrillby, throwing off the only gar
ment she wore and beginning to sing.
Little Sillee turned black and blue.
He had determined to make the shot
tamale grip his wife, feeling convinc-
ed that his elevating influence would
cause her to live up to her feet. But
the bare possibilities suggested to him
by her anti Grannis methods shook
his resolution and caused wave of
reform to strike him below the belt.
To the pure all things are pure, but
Little Sillee was not as long on purity
that day as usual.
Meanwhile Vengarlic had begun to
get in his funny work. He made sew
eral passes at Thrillby, but Guffee
cried ssReware, the pass, Z, and the
-rsasf,avn--ss, eiro wss~ sf.s tsaovsy, As..%.s
in fact-dodged.
by gar!" cried Vengarlie. "I luf
you, Thrillby. will come in a high
hat and pooling beeg cigar, and
blant congubines on your grave. Dat
ees de way make luf. You can dake
eet or leef eet, shust as you choose.
But eef you want sure cure for
chilblains you shust gum to me and I
veel geef you rest"
| Little SiIlee had recovered his equi-
librum and was drawing a picture Of
the dear, sweet, lovely, wronged and
sainted girls large but symmetricalieft
toe Suddenly Thrillby saw what he
was doing, and for the first time in her
life she realized that her left toe was
her private property. There was
something in Little Slices chestnut
morality that told her this, The con-
viction came to her as shock. Her
left toe was well known in the slums
of Paris, and it had frequently been
seen in public places, but Little Slices
pure eyes had suddenly made it sacred
to the girl and she wrapped it care
fully up in one OF Juke's unmention-
ables that she had been mending and
wept few tears at her injured nudity.
This was too much for Guffee, and
he ciasped her in his arms in brother
ly embrace-no harm meanwhile
Vengarlic played a serenade especial
| ly improvised for the occasion from
the lost chord. Even the Juke couldn't
| help recalling the last time he went
| wrong.
Little Sillee had Just sent dispatch
to his dear, old mother, saying that he
| lost everything save honor and fondly
hoped to lose that soon. Yengarlic
was calmly confident. He knew that
he was the only man in the crowd who
could cure Thrillby's chilblains, and
he cynically consigned them all TO the
bath tub.
All this happened many years ago,
but have thought it worth the tell
ing in order to impress upon the pub
| lie the fact that Thrillby was good
fellow. That was her business out
side of Office hours. She had friend
ly nature. There is good deal of
pathos about her fate, but bear in
mind that she was not punished for
her sins, but for the mesalliance con-
tracted by her father, This is all at
present in this strain 1t is time for a
little more narrative.
On the following day several things
had reached a climax, but don't want
to shock the young person, so | will
not tell you just exactly what they
were. Even Guffee looked younger
while Vengarlic made beautiful tune
on one note and looked like the devil.
ThriIIby stood in the studio gazing at
Little Sillee in silence. She was dress
ed in a costume that would not have
subjected her to arrest in Chicago.
This did not add to her fascinations. II
there was anything that prevented
Thrillby from being as unconsciously
! pure as her feet indicated it was pair
of overaIis 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 very unseifish
mood. Suddenly Little Slices aged
mother entered the studio.
fYou have more clothes on than
expected" )" she said to ThriiIby. Guffee
and the Juke sneakeG out and hanged
( themselves Eenpariit, rlaved A dirge