Lizzie Borden h an axe

    Gave y whacks

    she had done

    Sy-one.

    Childrens rhyme

    Early in t, 1892, in Fall River, Massacts.

    , , . . . very early in tory , even at ttack of we, furious sun already ill air.

    Its inants o terms ,  is ty more t t makes tolerable; t s o take off t  up to t so ts of trious, self-mortifying saints estant eto a country intended for ta and are proud, proud! of flying in ture. In most latitudes ay all day in penumbra beters; you o make your oo cool yourself  timate decade of t century finds us at t of le, men  into ts, vests and coats and trousers of sturdy te ties, too, t is so virtuous to be uncomfortable.

    And today it is t oucies, already, and ss .

    As far as cloto get off more liger breakfast and ties, Lizzie Borden on frock -- but, under t,  a long, starcton petticoat; anot, starcton petticoat; long draockings; a c t took ern igrapped a ing.

    In all t of sorts and nauseous as sing ,  up a flat-iron on a stove and press ed iron until it is time for o go doo to collect tc ion -- quot;Lizzie Borden ; -- al Cathe emblem of her passion.

    Soon, in just as many clot Miss Lizzie , t girl,  nigick or tles doing company as serwards.

    In a serge suit, one look at  in prickly , Old Borden e toruffling for money like a pig until urn o keep a pressing appointment iny.

    But nobody , yet; it is still early morning, before tory  stillness of  e, t of Nee, and te.

    If en ts of t