Los Angeles herald., 1905-07-02


/ shut up, Murphy! Rags like us know
tn feelin' of livin on yer linin'. Th'
kids hungry"
"W'at'll you do wit her? She couldn't
carry beans to a bear"
Put her on tn water wagon" Mag
answered.; and then, to the girl who
was following in her wake, according
to the custom of hashers, in process
of making-"Take them glasses to that
table Badly Buns is at-little bald dude
eatin' buns-'n' put water in 'em. M
| il bus get in your way kill him."
An omnibus, whose business is to clear
away dishes, was to Murphy and
Number Ten blot upon Gods fair
earth. They had frequently felt that
il there had been no buses there had
been no sin; but Murphy's philosophy
helped her; because, as she said,
''Thank God, we'll be able to shake 'em
at tn gravel"
That's right" said Number Ten.
I'm a good Catholic, but 1 couldn't
bring me mind to pray for their souls
if. was never to get through purga-
tory
! Don't talk like that" said Murphy.
'Ut sounds like you might have to
stop wit 'em. Pray for 'em all right;
ut don't do us no harm, m. it can't do
bus no good' Both felt strongly on
, the subject.
After the customary three days of
trial when a hasherette might be ex-
pected to graduate, Number Ten found
it necessary to discuss the young
woman's prospects with the leading
lady. To be precise, she gave her a
! game to talk that went" In one of her
happy moments Murphy had irrevoc-
ably renamed the leading lady BLACK
Matt"
"I can't bear ye should demean yer
self by treatin' tn dirty Rag white"
said Murphy, referring 20 the Leading
Lady. "If tn hasherette can't do her
stunt let her CO."
mo" said Mag.
| At this time Murphy knew moments
of unrest and emotional anxiety. If the
"Pinfeather"-the name by which per-
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were to come between her and Number
Tent
"She can't" Murphy said, commun-
ing with her inner consciousness. ST
amt to be come between. Mag may
stand fur her, butt can stand fur
Mag" And if the conclusion was not
entirely satisfactory Murphy at least
had the majority of the world on her
side and did not stand alone.
After the placative conversation with
Black Matt Number Ten gave the
Hasherette coffee cup to hold, when
ever the leading lady seemed super
erogatorily inclined.
! 9TH Pinfeather may turn out a
regular, but painful, hasher. Mag. wit
you to push-but how about prayers?"
"There amt going to be no prayers
fur her." Number Ten answered un-
resonantly while by nature her voice
was as rich toned as a cathedral bell.
Murphy, being better on symbolism,
said, "If Mag's voice could bin pho
tygraphed, them rich-beefy-f1avor guys
d bought ut up for sign"
The unresonance of Number Tens
voice implied to Murphy a familiar in
tensity of mood and she waited till
Number Ten should care to continue
the subject. They were at home again
-"down to tn slot"-and again it was
night and Mag was brushing out her
black hair. 1t was mostly thus that
Murphy recalled her-in the days of
Murphy's loss that were to follow.
Mag's long, lustreless, iron black hair,
which always spoke to Murphy of a
singular vitality and power.
"She amt goin' to prayers" said
Mag again, after a time. I'm goin to
do her scrubbin' for her." Murphy mar
rowed her eyes and looked specula-
lively at her friend.
"If she lets you do ut she's no pin
feather. but-a bird!" Murphy said
presently, with considerable force and
contempt.
"She won't let me-that's why I'm
goin' to do ut"
"W'at are ye likin' her for. Mag?"
Murphy asked in the course of time.
II don't know-because she's diff
fer'nt."
"she's straight" said Murphy, 'if ye
mean
straight? Well so are. YOU" Mag
muttered; and then she looked fairly
at Murphy. as If awake to some new
proposition. Say Murphy
"Well?"
Murphy, you're not to be gettin
queer? TIL girl don't take your place.
| Don't ye fear. Nobody could do that