HOW SHE WAS QUIETED.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 173, 28 December 1874, Page 3

HOW SHE WAS QUIETED.

On Friday evening, says the Detroit Free Press of July 26th, a woman about thirty years old was arrested in the Western District for disturbing the peace, and the event almost distracted her, although she has seen the inside of a cell before. She began by howling and weeping as soon as she was locked up, and Bijah, the janitor of the Ninth-avenue station, felt his heart getting tender. He offered her a harvest apple, but she merely stopped long enough to see what it was, and then went on crying out, “ I am dying, I know lam !” He besought her to live for the sake of her husband who is away on the lakes, but she said she Avould be cold in death before morning if not set at liberty. He showed her the almanac, and tried to induce her to peruse it and settle her mind, but she tried to pull his hair through the bars, and raised her voice until it could be heard two blocks away. He began reading the almanac out aloud, but she drowned his voice, and he had to give up. Then he went out and bought her some peppermint drops and handed them to her, saying that it was a burning shame to arrest a lady like her for merely hitting another woman on the car with a shovel. She was quiet for a few minutes, and then broke out again, and the roof of the station seemed to be raising up. Bijah offered her a pound of gum drops, a new bonnet, a black silk dress, house and lot, and 50,000 dols in bond if she would only be quiet, but she danced up and down and yelled, ‘ ‘ Lemme eout or I shall di-ah !” He locked all the doors, and sat down on the front steps to let her exhaust herself, but after an hour and ten minutes, there being no cessation, he ran iir with an axe on his shoulder and threatened to cut her head right off if she did’nt stop. “I won’t! I won’t ! I won’t!” she shouted, dancing up and down, and taking a fresh start. He drummed on the coal-scuttle with the axe to drown her voice, but the voice drowned the scuttle. He put the hose on the penstock and threatened to drown her, but she shut her eyes and pitched her voice on a new key. The old man was in despair. The men upstairs couldn’t sleep, and people out of doors thought that a panther had been caged. As the officer rubbed his bald head and was looking round, his eye lighted on an old paper, and his smile extended from ear to ear. He carried it in, turned up the gas. and shouted, “ Have you read the Beecher scandal yet ?” “ Head what ?” she exclaimed, suddenly ceasing to scream. “ The BeecherTilton matter,” he continued; “this ’ere thing what everybody is talking about.” “No; where is it '{” she asked, and he passed in the paper, tolling her that if she would be good he’d hunt up the rest of the statement in another paper ; and from that moment until daylight the woman never uttered a word, except once, when she asked if there weren’t seven or eight more papers with statements in.