Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1896-10-22

NV i'm, didn' yer? Pinchin' his gals
money-drinkin' till he's got the devils
an talkin' tommy rot bout bein' Il
genelman an the son NV Il genelman.
wy he amt got no more decency an
IA pig. When he can't gorge hisself no
longer Il pig II lie in the swill trough,
and when your genelman fathers had
Il skinful he'll shore by the hour long
side Il quart pot"
He stole II glance at the girl ont of
the corner Of his eye. The busy bust
ling life of London eddied round them;
the o Il of the great Babylon was in
their ears: bur not Streplon and Chic
riS in the sweet secluSion of idyllic lanes
could have been more oblivious to the
passing moment than this pair of city
livers in the hot and crowded streets.
"P'rhps he amt AS good as he might
be. But there's wuSS about, an'-he
warn't allays so. Joe"
20! If You likes % put up wiz i'm,
Liza. so do. faint no concern d
mine-iS it?' he added modify.
Il can't sen i'm to the workus. Joe"
But We can sen me to the DEVIL" he
snapped sharply; and an ugly look
lenpt ont of his eyes.
They passed under the railway
bridge which spans the lower end of
of Queen Victoria street and reached
the point where they usually parted.
The girl stopped. but the man went on.
Aren't yer goin' ter sell out. Joe?"
she qucried timidly as NJ turned in the
direction of the river.
"Wot for:"
The tone and manner puzzled her
more than the words.
For Il moment they stood confronting
each other, the face of the man work
ing convulsively and the girls features
contracted with pain.
Blackfriars Bridge was crossed in
silence. Turning into Stamford street
she whispered hoarSely: I'm sorry for
Yer, Joe; but if it's hard on YOU IFS
rough ON me. Anythin' as you ars'd me
W Wv NV guy llli uS 1 tlll 10 % me-
self like-l'd do ut. mate. without sayin'
why or wherefore. But SEN the ole
man to the workus-I cant do that, lad.
| know yer think | orter; but | can't,
JOE can't do Ut"
"A pretty fool yer made o. me now,
amt yer? | Civ up the booze an emf
tommies wen | TUX up wiv you.' Liza.
hut you'd see me at blaZes Suner AN
Civ up that druckcn ole wagabone wot
ives ON yer. an pcrwents yer havin'
Il man lbs nd he good to yer"
1T ud break me heart, Joe. ter ave
i'm die in the workuS."
yer thinks u bloomin' sight more nv
II wrong III than yer does NV a right
I'M" said the man s%avagely.
She gave him a look which must
have convinced him of his error: but
blinded by passion. he refused to see.
Well lie Snarled, "one of w as got
ter Scoot-him or me There amt room
fer two"
The girl made no reply and they went
on. But silence was too oppressive and
sitting, Near Waterloo Station the
man spoke again.
How much yer tux. I.iza?"
The question was abrupt, but the zone
was friendly. 1t indicated Il change
of feeling.
Sewing an three"
He extended his hand. She put the
money into 1t without a word.
Meet me ut the Garding in the morn
in. Liza. and I'll stock the baskit for
yer said he, returning her nine enc
1t was Il curious transaction. but the
explanation was probably to be found
in the dcSpairing utterance of the WON.
an.
Hes 'ad EN- awful bad agen, Joe.
Lars night it wur that dreadful
She stopped, warned by the cloud that
IA sweeping M over her companions
brow.
The mans c~ountenance had suddenly
d%arkcncd, sparks from the neither fires
danced in his eyes, the old hard viudic.
tive look had returned.
81 wish he may die. | wush he wur
dcad,' he muttered tiercely.
80. Joe, Joe, II yer love me. dun say
thin words" cntreated the girl.
Il says 'em COS | loves yer: cos lt's
on'y I'm wot's a keepin' yer frum a man