The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-21

might prune and train her habits 10 the
trellls OF the male she would never be
able TO bring her nature 10 that state OF
icy, egotistlcal. cold-blooded, hardwood
absolutely necessary to the perfect man
and therefore Indispensable 10 new Wo-
man. But the story.
Anna Marie" said George, coming on
her one day while sewing a patch on the
starboard quarter Of her boomers, where
the bike had worn llama Marie me
and Billy Sweet want YOU
What is II, George?'T asked Anna Ma
RE.
We're going TO hang dog out back OF
the barn." explained George, me and
Billy are going TO be the jury and we
want you for Judge. Hurry up now. that's
a good fellow"
Anna Marie felt a shock at the mere
thought Of taking the life Of anything
Her first thought was that George was
brute, a mere animal himself But Anna
Marie quickly reflected that whatever
George might be, at least his hardened
sex was the promontory of q. new woman
must steer by. so she put down the half
patched boomers and sought the scene of
canine trial.
You see Anna Marie" exclaimed George
pointing to a yellow dog who stood with
his dolorous tail between his legs and
ten and we're going to try, convict, and
hang him. So you sit down there BIZ the
fence and the trial won't take a minute.
Billy and me have got our minds made up
and we won't take no time to decide.
There's the rope and we're going 10 hang
him to the limb OF that maple"
Anna Marie felt worried. Still she al
lowed herself to be installed and the trial
proceeded. It was very brief. George pro-
duced the defunct kitten. which looked,
indeed, very dead. with the remark:
Say, y0u yellow dog. you're charged
with numbering this cat; have you got
anything to say against being hung?
The yellow cur feebly wagged his dis
reputable tail and looked at Anna Marie
in a fashion of sneaking appeal He said.
as plain as words:
Save me-"
Il wouldn't hang the poor thing. George"
said Anna Marie, and she began to pat the
felon yellow cur.
You're a pretty judge said George,
Indignantly. at amt for you to decide;
it's for me and Billy. We're the jury.
We're in favor of hanging him; amt we,
Billy"
Billy nodded emphatically.
But George" expcstulated Anna Ma
RE ITS so cruel; so brutal"
Brutal scoffed George, don't they
hang folks for murder every day? You
wear boomers and talk of being a new
woman and having the rights of a man.
I've heard you with that Sanford girl.
And now you come out here and try to
talk off a yellow dog who is guilty of
murder. and admits it by his silence.
You'd act nice if 1t was a real man and
real murder case. Come on Billy let's
string him up"
Here George seized on the yellow vic
tim of lynch law, and started for the ma
pie, where the rope already dangled for
it's prey. Anna Marie become utterly
feminine at this and burst into tears. Her
nineteen years and her progress toward
a new womanhood did not save her. In
her tears she turned TO the other member
of the jury. Billy Sweet, at the age of
twelve was an ardent admirer of Georges
sister, and meant to marry her in ten or
fifteen years, when he grew up. AT pres
ent he played with George and kept low
ing eye on his future bride. Anna Marie
knew of Billys Partially. So she cum
ningly turned on this admirer like true
daughter of the olden woman.
You think as I do. don't you Billy?"
And Anna Marie's tone had caress in
it which made Billy's ears a happy red.
Eyes, ma am said Billy. George was
Disguised.
George, full of contempt, that makes
me tired. There Anna Marie. take your
yellow dog But don't try to play with
me no more. You're too soft"
Anna Marie felt that some vast deposit
Of good, hard sense was hidden in George s
last remark On her way to the house she
did good deal of thinking. as girls whose
mothers are dead do now and then. The
development of her cogitations was told
in q remark to her girl friend
Its so tiresome. this being a new wo-
man. I'm going to give dt up. I'm afraid,
as father says, I'm not built right "
And so it ended. Anna Marie is exceed
ingly the olden woman now. She has
beaten her sword into a pruning hook
her bike into a spinning wheel She no
longer walks with long stride and a
swagger She is woman in all things, and
will scream and chase a herdic as If 1t
were the last going that way for a week
like the tenderest and frailest of her kind.
She has retracted as to boomers, and over
the little window of her sewing-room
| the renounced garment is festooned in a
sort of horrid lambrequin to keep Anna
Marie in mind that she has returned to
| the agency, and forever abandoned the
warpath of a new and manly womanhood.