The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-01-26
MAGGIE MgANY.s sLooMsRs.
They Were Misoonstrued, and tho Quiet OF
the Morning Was Broken.

They Were sfisoonstrued, and tho Quiet OF
the Morning Was Broken.
Maggie Meany Is one of the prettiesi
girls in st. Lawrence O'Toole's parish.
She has flaxen hair that tufts all
about n face that Is n delicate pink,
md white and smooth as the nacre OF
a sea shell, dark blue eyes, a nose that
envious feminine critics describe as
somewhat stubbed, and n mouth red
and full and somewhat determined.
| Miss Maggie Is the managing director
of a typewriter in one of the biggest
hardware houses in the west, and she
some time ago purchased a bicycle,
which she keeps at n friends house on
OFallon street, because her own folks
are not at all fin de steele, and are dis
couragers of all manner of innovations
! and improvements. She has learned to
ride very well, but, like all of her
down-troddon sex, the petticoat has
hampcred her and impeded her, and
stood as n bar to achievement.
Maggie has, she admits, often yearned
for boomers, but she never had the
nerve to buy pair. 1t would have
been too revolutionary. But the friend
at whose house the cycle is stabbed
bought set, and, being much of the
same figure and aplomb as Maggie, the
latter put them on the other day, and
early in the morning. when nobody was
apt to be about, she took spin upon
her wheel with new sense of delight
in being alive. AS luck would have il,
just 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 and con-
servative widow. Mrs. Burke shrielsed:
For the love of dacincy, Maggie,
whoever dragged the clothes nv you,
child?"
Miss Meany was so startled that she
twisted her machine into the curb and
broke the tire, and Mrs. Burke, with
the lxindliest and most motherly inten-
'tions, whipped off her shawl and hand
ed it to Maggie, saying:
"Cover the legs of you, dear, and
make run for the nearest house, and
I'll get your mother to bring you a
skirt. Amt it too bad, darlin'? But
who did it at alp"
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 off the shawl and
threw it at Mrs Burke aud called her
hateful old thing, and she next took
the wrecked wheel in hand and began
walking home, closely followed by the
widow, who was satisfied the poor
child was insane and who meant to see
she came to no further harm. All
went well for about block, when lit
tie Tim Doolan, the grocers son, espied
the procession and rushed breathless-
ly back to his house, calling out at the
top of his voice for the folks to come
and see Maggie Meany going home
without amy clothes on. This was an
exaggeration, but it brought out the
Doolan family, especially Mr.. Doolan,
all of whom joined Mrs. Burke
in deploring poor Maggie's sad con-
dition. Little Tim, having informa-
tion to impart, went on 'ahead, notify
ing the neighborhood of the strange
spectacle, and generally acting as grand
marshal of the parade until, by the
time the procession crossed Biddle
street, pretty nearly the whole voting
population of the precinct was out.
Maggie said nothing, but her mouth
was shut tightly, her blue eyes blazed,
and two red spots glowed on her checks.
At last little Tim unthinkingly got
within range, and the next moment
there was assault and battery all over
Fourteenth street. She boxed his ears
and she pulled his hair, and there was
n twinkle of neat .black stockings as
she held him off and kicked at him, but
it was not for long. The Doolan fam
lily rescued 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 some
thing to do with Maggie's attire, and
1t was not until Mr. Doolan had pound
ed 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.-St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.