Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1896-10-31
LIZA: A SKETCH.

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 soin' ter sell out, Joer'
she Queried timidly az b, turned in the
direction Of the river.
"Wot forT
The tone and manner puzzled her
more than the words.
For q 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 II It's hard on you ia
rough on me. Anythin' 40 you aS'd me
to do, Joe--anythin' 40 I cud do O. me.
sslf liks-l'd do ut, mate. without sayin'
why or wherefore. But SEN the ole
man to the workus-l can't do that, Lad.
I know yer think I orter; but I can't.
Joel can't do Ut"
"A pretty fool yer made O. me now,
amt vert I CIV up the booze an cut
tommies wen tux up WV you, Lisa;
but you'd see me at blaxes suner an
CIV up that druckcn ole wagabone wot
lives on yer. an perwents yer havin'
Q man - I'd be good to yer"
1T I'd break me heart, Joe, Ter ave
I'm die In the workus."
"Yer thinks bloomin' sight more Nv
wrong un than yer does Nv Q right
un," said the man savagely.
She gave him a look which must
have convinced him Of his error; but
blinded BY passion, he refused to zee.
WELL" be snarled, zone Of W "a got
ter scoot-him or me. There aln't room
fer two"
The girl made no reply and they wen,
on. But silence was too oppressive and
stining. Near Waterloo Station the
man spoke again.
"How much yer TUX, LIAR
The question was abrupt. but the tone
was friendly. It indicated q change
of feeling.
Sewing an three"
He extended his hand. She put tha
money into II without a word.
meet me at the Gariing in the morn
In. Liza, and I'll stock the baskit fol
yer" said he, returning her nine pence
1t was q curious transaction, but the
explanation was probably to be found
In the despairing utterance Of the WON
an.
Hes 'ad 'cm awful bad agen. Joe
Lars night II wur that dreadful
She stopped, warned by the cloud that
was sweeping up over her companion's
brow.
The mans countenance had suddenly
darkened. sparks from the neither ares
danced In his eyes, the old hard viudic
tive look had returned.
II wish no may die. I wush he WI,
deadw he muttered fercely.
20, Joe! Joe. II yer love me. dun cay
thin words" entreated the girl.
II says 'em cos ! loves yer; COS III
on'y i'm wot's Q keepin' yer frum q mar
as wants ter make q 'appy woman u,
yer. I says 'cm cos l means 'em. NJ
fence ter yer. Liza"
"Y'ain't q bad sort, joe" said thu
girl. turning her swimming eyes full OF
him; "but yer bit down on the oil
man." He gave the barrow an unnec
essarily vigorous shove.
I'm goin' inter the Gut Lisa, To-
nnish. No. ! amt dun 90 dusty"-an
swerins the question the girl had pm
to him half an hour before. II startet
out WV Q dozen. an this yere's tn on,
one le6." He emptied the contents O.
the basket on the board. II shall knocI
'em In the Cut at freppencc. Tain
orfen they see cherries like them Il
New Out. They're city fruit. they srs
Try EN-" He filled bag and gave Il
her. "I'll look roun' arter clear out.
A he walked away his eyes followe,
her. "She thinks q bl0omin' sight to-
much, she do. O. that drunken ole scamp
her father" he growled. staring afte
the retreating figure; but amt all
fool, mate. Grit's wuth gold.
-
In the third pair back Of tenemeu
house In Lambeth girl was kneelln
by the side Of bed. A paper bag wa
lying on the coverlet, and some chez
ries had fallen on the door. On the be
lay the body Of man. The room reel
ed with the fumes Of whisky. The loni
1.-THE fingers Of the girls right han
were clasped convulsively round tn
hand Of the motionless figure extende
ON the bed.
"Joe!" she moahed; "Joe. lad. ye'v
got yer wish. The ole man'll never RI
yer any more. love Yer, mate, deare
than life; but It's thin words o. your
az ! shall hear, an not parsons, on tn
day yer takes me inter church. IS
James Budget.
He Was Tender.Hearted.
The wife Of Q certain vicar died,
the wears great grief, and amid th