Wheeling Register

HER HUSBAND SEEMS PROVOKED.

Mrs. Holland Anticipates Domestic Criticism After a Night in the Calaboose.

Lily Holland has been a good girl for a long time past, but she fell into evil company on Thursday evening, and after a regular Tuxedo night of it she was arrested for constructively disturbing the peace of Senator Morrissey and other citizens by heaving a brick through the window of his saloon on Eleventh and Clark avenue as a slight testimony of her disesteem upon finding the place closed. Lily is by no means a bad-looking woman, although the various accidents and incidents of Thursday night and the inadequate toilet facilities in the calaboose combined to make her look as bad as she could. Her story, which was not a long one, was further blurred by her inability to recollect just what had happened, and by her anxiety to find out whether her husband had got down to the Police Court yet. "I don't know what I did, and that is the truth of it," she said. "I guess I'm guilty of anything they say, although I haven't the vaguest recollection of breaking any window anywhere. Still, my hand is all cut, and I seem to have fallen on my face sometime during the night; see how my cheek is bruised. I have a kind of remembrance of having slapped somebody somewhere, and of having been put out of somewhere else; but how I got round to this part of town I never will be able to tell you." When the reader remembers that this story was told in a calm, even voice, with an educated accent, and the unmistakable signs and tokens of good breeding, it may be understood how amazing it was …Does your husband know you are here? Oh, yes; I sent word up to the store the first thing this morning, but I don't believe he will come down. He said he had not made up his mind whether he would or not. I don't blame him so much, and I wouldn't have let him know anything about it if I hadn't been all bruised up this way. I haven't been drinking anything for a long time. In fact, I've been away from St. Louis for some years past, but going down the street yesterday I passed a place I used to go to. I went in and that started it. That's all. When I get on a flew, I get on a flow, and I usually get on a sorry next day. I'm getting on one now, but whatever I'll say to my husband I don't know. I wish he had come down, or else that I hadn't sent for him. I dare say he's mad." Which theory as to her husband's possible frame of mind did not impress the listeners as being unduly extravagant. When the case was called no witnesses appeared against Mrs. Holland, and the proceedings were dismissed. "I didn't want to prosecute," said Mr. Morrissey. "They tell me she's a nice woman, and I didn't see any of the trouble anyhow, as I was in bed and asleep when the window was broken. I'm out a pane of glass, but that is not very serious."