The evening times., 1896-12-09

In tho dock Il woman with great bunch
Cf Parma oletS on the bosom of her green
cloth, tailor made gown, the flowers drUOp-
ing their tluC bells, as dro opcd the head of
the woman. scarlet Tipped, sapphire eyed
her thick amethyst hair, She was the
dreamy yty pc Buruc Jones paints. and Gabriel
Dante R0ssctti dreamed OF. On her slender
hand shone 4 ring of gold. placed there by
Il ceremony which she las floutcd, and
i'll that fluUting fell, until the level of Il
police court has been reached.
All her undoinG has lecn in seeking the
land which Thackeray said lie found 200
late in life-BOhcmia.
AS n wife She was false, as diyorcee
she found courage for deeper deprayity in
drink, until the roses OF her cheeks paled,
and in the rounded beauty of her face
grew coarse, animal lines.
Onceit was champagne nowit is W hisky.
Her father cOnfesSOr is the bottle. In the
cyprian world a new star dawncd when
She flung her stately loveliness there, and
her sisters of shame cnvicd the brilliant
wit, the cultured repartee,the quick thought
which has made Margaret McLane no.
torious in more than one great city on
the Atlantic coast,
To-day this creature. who has dined at
Vefours, i'll Paris, lcunred at Shepherds,
in Cairo, and is still remembered as
prodical Spender in ''Dcls." waited her
turn To he served with sandwich and
cup of coffee.
Once the Java met her mouth in cup
that oIly Limoges can manufacture; now
in the cOursest Of tin cups. no delicate Irish
linen napkin to toy with, no glttering
plate, no polite Scrvitor, 10 obSe quious raKc
TO serve her, none; all gone, and only
whtewashed wall, a row Of rooms with
iron striped doors in which to read the
productions of the past days never again
To come i'll her life.
beauty herself, and representing the md
of the existence Margaret is beginning
Sadie, bloated and frowsy, rolling con
tcntedly in her under lip pinch of snuff
watched Margaret curiouSly. She noted
the elegance of her dress, the arched patent
leather shoes, the open work silk stock
ingS carcleSSly displayed in Il turbulent cas-
cade of lace-trimmcd skirt, and the azure
buds losing life in the stifling atmosphere
Gimme Gne,'; said Sadie, stretching n
grmy hand toward the violets. Margaret
was silent but she detached several of the
flowers and handed them to Sadie who
tucked the green stems in the buttonEole
Of her ragged ulster. CT owing over them like
mother singing her child to sleep.
Say" said Sadie, ''you amt reg'lar,
air you?''
Margaret busted some crumbs off her
dress with a soft linen handkerchief, star
ing dangerously at the questioncr.
No" she said, contemptuously, ''not
like you"
Sadie opened her black crater of mouth
and dlauglIed-laughed like poor Famine aft
er she had soldier teeth to feed Coscttc
My, it's real lady it is. amt it, she
chuckled Gevilishly, with her pating gleather
kicks an her starched skirts? But You
drinks, you drinks, an you gifts drunk, an
yer head aches, an you fall down. an
whcr you amt got The price you'd give yer
life fer "A hurmnfpr-nOw. woulIn't ypITr
and Sadie leercd fun in the others face
Let me Alone cried Margaret; .'go
away; you scare me-
Its my face, is it," laughed Sadie
"Say, It's like the mcdicing sign, your
map an mine; yours Is before; mines