Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-01-12

is lUI u6 tuueu luuoully.
II can sen i'm to the workus, Joe.
"But yer can sen me to the devil!'
he snapped sharply, and an ugly look
leaped out of his eyes,
They passed under the railway bridge
which spans the lower end 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 queried timidly as he turned in the
direction Of the river.
"Wot for?'
The tone and the manner puzzled her
more than: the words.
For moment they stood confronting
each other, the face Of the man working
convulsively and the girls features con-
tracted with pain
Blackfriars bridge was crossed in ST.
lence. Turning into Stamford street she
whispered hoarsely: "I'm sorry for yer,
Joe; but If it's hard on yer it's rough
OH me. Anything as yer ars'd me to do
Joe-anything as cud do O. meself like
I'D do ut, mate, without sayin why
or wherefore. But sen the ole man to
the workus-I can't do that, lad. l
know yer think orter, but can't, Joe
Il can't do ut. +"
IA pretty fool yer made O. me now,
amt yer? Civ up the booze an cut
tommies w EN- tux up wiz yer, Liza,
but ye'd see me at blazes suner AN
Civ up that drucken ole wagabone wot
lives on yer. an perwents yer havin
man as nd be good to yer. :"
"It nd break me heart, Joe, ter ave
i'm die in the workus. -
eyer thinks bloomin sight more NV
wrong un than yer does NV right
un, said the man savagely.
She gave him look which must have
convinced him Of his error, but blinded
by passion he refused to see.
"Well," he snarled, Zone of uz 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, 'Liza?"
The question was abrupt, but the
tone was friendly. It indicated change
of feeling.
Sewing an three, 7"
He extended his hand. She put the
money into it without word.
"Meet me at the Garding in the
mornin, Liza, and I'll stock the baskit
for YER" said he, returning her nine
pence.
1t was a curious transaction, but the
explanation was probably to be found in
the despairing utterance Of the woman.
"He's 'ad 'em awful bad agen, Joe.
Lars night it wur that dreadful p
She stopped, warned by the cloud that
was sweeping up over her companions
brow.
The mans countenance had suddenly
darkened, sparks from the neither fires
danced in his eyes, the old, hard, vim
dictive look had returned.
II wish he may die. wish he wur
dead" he muttered fiercely.
"Oh, Joe, Joe, if yer love me, dun say
thin words, entreated the girl.
II says 'em cos loves yer; cos it's
on'y i'm wot's keepin yer frum man
as wants ter make 'appy woman NV
yer. says 'em cos means 'em. No
Tense ter yer, Liza"
"Y'ain't bad sort, Joe, " said the
girl, turning her swimming eyes full
on him, "but yer bit down on the ole
man. He gave the barrow an unneces-
sarily vigorous shove.
''I'm goin inter the Cut, Liza, ter
finish No. ain t dun so dusty''-an
swering the question the girl had put
to him half an hour before. 81 started
out wiz a dozen. an this yere's tn on'y
one left" He emptied the contents Of
the basket on the board. II shall knock
'em in the Cut at frappence. Tain t
orfen they see cherries like them in New
Out. They're city fruit, they are. Try
'em." He filled bag and gave it to
her. "I'll look roun after clear out -
AS he walked away his eyes followed
her. ''She thinks bloomin sight too
much, she do, O. that drucken ole scamp,
her father" he growled, staring after
the retreating figure, "but / amt all a
fool, mate Grit's with gold"
y
In the third pair back Of tenement
house in Lambeth girl was kneeling
by the side Of bed. A paper bag was
lying on the coverlet, and some cherries
had fallen on the floor. On the bed lay
the body Of man. The room reeked
with the fumes of whisky. The long,
1.-THE fingers Of the girls right hand
were clasped convulsively round the
hand Of the motionless figure extended
on the bed.
"Joe!" she moaned. "Joe, lad, ye've
got yer wish The ole man'll never rifle
yer any more. love yer, mate, dearer
than life, but it's thin words O. yourn
as / shall hear, an not parsons, on the
day yer takes me inter church. st.
James Budget.