Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-07-15

these two fighting for heri Here in the public gaze on the fiatsI For almost five minutes she was Helen of Troy.
 And in much less Billy tasted repent ance. The haze of half pints was dis pelled, and some teeth went with it.
 Presently he rose and made running kick at the other. but being thwarted in bolt flung himself down, and 1t was like to go hard with him at the hands of the crowd. Punch, you may, on Wan Eted flats, but execration and worse is your portion if you kick anybody except your wife.
 But as the ring closed the helmets of two policeman were observed working inward above the surrounding heads, and Sam Cardew, quickly assuming his coat, turned away with such an air of blamelessness as is practicable with a damaged eye, while Billy went of un- needed in the opposite direction. Billy was all very well, but Sam was better. She resolved to draw him for a feathered hat before next bank holiday. So the sun went down on her and her bloke hanging on each others necks and struggling toward the Romford road with shouts and choruses. The rest was tramCar, low music hall. half pints and darkness.
 Billy took home his wounds, and his mother, having moved his wrath by ask ing their origin, sought refuge with a neighbor. His revenge he accomplished in two installments. Two nights later Lizerunt was going with jug of beer 1 when somebody sprang from park cor ner, landed her under the ear, knocked her sprawling and made off to the sound of her hullabulloO. She did not see who it was, but she knew, and next day Sam Cardew was swearing he'd break Billy's | back.
 He did not, however, for that evening a gang of seven or eight fell on him with sticks and belts. (They were Causeway chaps, while Sam was Brady's laner, which would have been reason enough by itself, even if Billy Chope had not been one of themD
 He lay at home for nearly four weeks, and when he stood up again it was in many bandages. Lizerunt came often | to his bedside, and twice she brought an orange.
 But the weeks went on. It was a month, and Sam had left his bed, and Lizerunt was getting a little tired of bandages Also she had begun to doubt and consider bank hohday-scarcely a fortnight off.
 l For Sam was stone broke, and plush hat was farther away than ever. And | all through the later of these weeks Billy Chope was harder than ever on his mother.
 There was milliner's window with a show of nothing but fashionable plush and feather hats. and Lizerunt was lin gering thereabouts one evening when some one took her by the waist, and some one said: Which dyer like, Lizer; The yuller un:'
 Lizerunt turned and saw it was Billy sullen and distrustful. "Garn," she said
 Straight" said Billy. I'll sport yer one. No kid. will"
 "Garn," said LiZerunt once more "Wot yer gettin at now?"
 But presently she approached lesS guardedly, and she went away with 6 paper bag and the reddest of all the plushes and the bluest of all the feath CTS. q hat that challenged all the fiat: the next bank holiday.
 As for Billy, why. he was ss good a! another, and you cant have everything and Sam Cardew, with his bandages anC his grunts and groans. was no grea catch after all.
 | This was the wooing of Lizcrunt, fo, in few months she and Billy married And they lived with Billy's mother.- | National Observer