The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-12-25

filled with a baIeful fire and his wolfish
teeth shone through his long red mus
tache. 1t made Milton mutter under his
breath as he saw how innocentiy Bette
laughed with him. She never dreamed
and could not have comprehended the
thought. No hideous lizard reveled in the
mud more absolutely than he. His con-
versation reeked with it, his tongue
dropped poison each moment when among
his own sex and his eye blazed it forth
when in the presence of the opposite sex.
Hello, Bill, said Milton, with easy in
difference. How goes it?"
so. bout $3.50. You rather got ahead
O. me t'night, didn't yeh?
well. rather. The man that gets ahead
o me has got t drive good team, eh 2"
he looked at Bette.
I'D like to try it,"
"Well, let's go across the road" said
Milton to Bette, anxious to get her out of
the way of Bill
They had to run the gauntlet of the
whoopins boys outside. and Bette proved
too feet OF foot for them ALL
When they entered the Dudley house,
opposite. Betties cheeks were hot with
color, but the rougish CLEAN in her eyes
changed to a curiously naughty and dis
dainful look as she passed Blackler. who
stood desolately beside the door looking
awkward and suilen.
Milton was great favorite and he had
no time to say anything more to Bette as
peacemaker. He reached Ed as soon as
possible
Ed, what's up between you and Bet
tie?"
20, don't know. / can't find out"
Blackler replied. and he spurred himself
desperately into the fun.
'1t'll make Ed Blackler squirm t. see
Betsey come in on Milt Jennings ARM"
said Bill to Sheppard, after Milton
went out.
Wal. shuss denk it will" Sheppard
was looking round the room where the old
people were noisely eating supper and the
steaming oysters and the cold chickens
savorv smell went TO his heart. One of
the motherly managers of the feast hustled
up to him.
Sheppard, you en- run over t. the house
an tell the young folks that they can come
over t supper about O'Clock. that'il be In
Il half an hour. You understand p
20, I'm so hungry Can't v give me a
hunk o chicken Z stay m stomach ?"
Mrs. Courcue laughed. 'I'll fish you out
a drumstick," she said, and he Went away
gnawing upon it hungrily. Bill went with
him, still beiching forth against Blackler
Jim said he heard he said he'd slap nv
face fr cent. | wish he would. I'd lick
the life out of i'm in "a minnit."
Nv ny don't you pitch into Miit? He's
got her now. He's the one I'd orto be
damnin'."
"oh. he don't mean nothin' By it. He
don't care for her. / saw him down to
town at the show with the girl he's after.
He's jest maxim Ed mad"
A game of Copenhagen" was going on
as they entered. Bette was in the midst
OF IL. but Milton was in the corner looking
on and talking with a group of those who
had Outgrown such games.
The ring of noisy. flushed and laughter
intoxicated young people filled the room
nearly to the wall, ana round and round
the ring Bette flew pursued by 10 Yohe.
go it Jo" yelled Bill.
You're good f'r'im." yelled Sheppard.
Milton laughed and clapped his hands,
Hot foot Bethel
Like another ATLANTA the superb young
girl sped. now lodging through the ring,
now doubling as her pursuer tried to catch
her by turning back. At last she made the
third circuit hreathless and laughing took
her place in the line. But 10 rushed upon
her determined TO steal kiss ANYHOW.
''H'yare. hyare! None O that"
That's no iair," and be was caught by
| dozen hands.
she didn't so round three times" he
| said.
Yes. she did" cried dozen voices.
You shut up" he retorted brutaIly.
| looking at Ed Blackler, who had no,
| spoken at all. Ed giared back, but sale.
nothing. Bette ignored Ed and the game
| went on.
| There's going 10 be trouble here to.
! night, SAID Milton 10 Sheppard.
| SHEPPARD as the ring dissolved, stepped
| into the middle of the room and tiour.
| ished has chicken leg as if i, were baton.
| After the burst of laughter his sonorous
voice made itself heard
Come 10 supper! Everybody take his
| girl, If he can, and ii he can't. get the
| other feller's girl"
| Bill lohe sprang toward Bette, but
| Milton had touched her on the arm.
| Not TO night. Bill" he grInned
| Bill grinned in reply and made of
| toward another well-known belle. Ella
| Pratt, who accepted his escort. Ed Black.
! Ter. with gloomy desperation, took Maud
| Rutties. the most depressingly plain girl
| IN the room, an action that did not escape
| bettle's eyes and which soitened her hear,