Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1893-09-23

these two fighting for her! Here in the
public gaze on the flats! For almost
five minutes she was Helen of Troy.
And in much less Billy tasted repent
ance. Tho haze of half pints was dis
PEELED, and some teeth Went with it.
Presently he rose and made running
kick at the other, but being thwarted in
d bolt flung himself down, and it was
like to go hard with him at the hands of
the crowd. Punch, you may, on Wan
sted flats, but exccration 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 off I'M
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 beal
when somebody sprang from Il park cor
ner, landed her under the ear, knocked
her sprawling and made off to tho soun(
of her hullabulloo. She did not see who
it was, but she knew, and next day Sam
Cardew was swearing he'd break Dilly's
back.
He did not, however, for that evening
gang of seven or eight fell on him witt
sticks and belts (rhey were Causeway
chaps, while Sam was q Brady's laner
which would have been reason enough
by itself, even if Billy Chope had moi
been one of them.)
He lay at homo for nearly four weeks
and when he stood up again it was il
many baIdages. Lizerunt came Otter
to his bedside, and twice she brought al
orange.
But the weeks went on. It was 6
month, and Sam had left his bed, and
Lizerunt was getting little tired OF
bandages Also she had begun to doubt
and consider bank holiday-scarcely 6
fortnight off.
For Sam was stone broke, and u plush
hat was farther away than ever. AND
all through tho later of these weeks Billy
Chope was harder than ever on his
mother.
There was milliner's window with q
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
She pulled herself away and backed off
sullen and distrustful. "Garn," she said
'Straight," said Billy. "I'll sport yel
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 q
paper bag and the reddest of all the
pushes and the bluest of all the feath
ers, hat that challenged all the flats
the next bank holiday.
AS for Billy, why, he was as good al
another, and you can't have everything
and Sam Ca1-lew, with his bandages ant
his grunts and groans, was no grea1
catch after all.
This was the wooing of Lizerunt, fol
in a few months she and Billy married
And they lived with Billys MOTHER
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