The Twelve Days of Guy Town Christmas, Day Three
December 14, 2016 § Leave a comment
On the third day of Christmas (1880): “three lines of maudlin poetry, two fighting drunks … and a pungent suit hanging from the police station clothes tree.”
“One more unfortunate,
“Weary of breath,
Has gone to that borne from which no traveler returns.”
Buried on December 14, Lula Morris, a demi-monde, living with Madam Blanche Dumont.
There is nothing in life so touching as the death of a ruined and fallen woman. Lula Morris was born in Scotland, but came to America at the age of four years. Lula, who was also known as Malie Morison, was raised by Mrs. Doyle, of this county, but after she had reached the years of supposed discretion, she returned to her mother. Before dying she said that the cause of her fall was due to her step-father, who treated her unkindly. At 7 o’clock on the evening of her passing she asked to be carried to the window, that she might look upon the stars. How poetic the thought! Again just before her death, she desired that a minister be sent for. Before one could come she had passed away. The last words the dying girl said were “I want to see my mother.” Dr. W.J. Burt was attending physician and ruled the cause of death as rheumatism of the heart. Miss Dumont had the corpse buried with all care and respect. Dr. E.B. Wright officiated. She was barely 19 years of age.