How She was Quieted.

Cromwell Argus, Volume V, Issue 268, 29 December 1874, Page 5

How She was Quieted.

On Friday, says the Detroit Free Press of July 26, a woman about thirty years old was arrested in the Western district for disturbing the peace, and the event almost distracted her, although she had seen the inside of a cell before. She began howling and weeping a's 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 only stopped long enough to see what it was, and then went on crying out, “ I am dying; I know Tam 1” He besought her to live for the sake of her husband, who is away on the lakes, but she said she would 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 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 ear with a shovel. She was quiet for a few minutes and then broke out again, and the roof of the station seemed to he rising up. Bijah,offered her a pound of guru drops, a new bonnet, a black dress, a house and lot, and 50,000 dollars in bonds if she would only be quiet, but she danced up and down, and yelled “ Leranie out, or I shall di-alu” He locked all the doors, and sat down on the front steps lo let her exhaust herself, but after an hour and ten minutes, there being no cessation, he ran in with an axe on his shoulder and threatened to cut her head right off. if she didn’t stop. “ I won’t! I won’t 1 I won’t!” she shouted, dancing up and down and taking a fresh start. Ho drammed 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 up-stairs couldn’t sleep, and people outside thought that a panther had been caged. As the officer rubbed his bald head and looked around 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 1” “ Read what 1” she exclaimed, suddenly ceasing to scream. “The Beecher-Tilton matter,”he continued; “ this’re thing that everyhodv is talking about.” “No ; where is it ?” she asked, and he passed in the paper telling 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.