Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1907-05-09
A BUNDLE
OF TRACTS
BY Or, Knox alDwElL

Look here. Wells" rasped the man.
aging editor. wheeling about in his
easy chair and surveying me sternly,
your work Is getting rotten, absolute
ly rotten. What you need is yaea.
ton. Take II. Get out and don't show
your face around here for two weeks. .
Thus II came about that the next
day found me lolling comfortably ON a
settee. In a shady part OF the park.
MY ave years work on the newspaper
had given me wide acqualntaneeshlp
within the city. Consequently, among
the passers-by. there were many
whose faces were familiar.
Presently two familiar figures came
within my field OF vision. They we're
a pair OF girls whom | had eneoun.
tered many times In M search for
news. named respectively Mag" and
Liz"
Being a trile familiar with their
especial brand OF graft" I decided TO
watch and see with what success they
should operate II. So I III my pipe
and waited expectantly. nor did have
long TO wait.
Suddenly there came a wild shrek
and, In moment. people were rushing
pell nell toward the spot where a mo-
ment ago had sighted this gifted
pair.
smiled sardonically and sat still.
for | had seen the little play and It's
inevitable denouemen. enacted many
times. Mag" the smaller one. had
Just keeled over In fair imitation OF
an epileptic fit while her sister Liz
lent her aid by wringing her hands
and proclaiming In heartrending ac-
cents. 20. me sister. She's dyln'.
She's dyin'."
OF course the whole exhibition
would not take over five minutes and,
as finale. some sympathetic bystand.
er would pass around the hat for the
afflicted one. ! yawned, as the little
circle disintegrated. and wondered
whether | ought to report Liz" and
her confrere to the police or give her
a dime and ask Tor story. Fate de-
cided the question for me.
The crowd had miraculously disap.
peared. having evidently forgotten
Mag and her troubles. while the
precious pair wandered slowly along
in my direction. keeping shifty eye
out meanwhile for possible police
man.
| pulled my hat down over my eyes
and pretended to sleep. Presently
was rewarded by whining voice
Please. mister. help poor girl that's
got fits."
sat up and pushed back my hat
why, hello, Liz" said casually. al
the old game ! see. Why don't you
try something new"
/ The girl, in whose hard and care
worn face there was not trace Of
| fear, stared at me defiantly.
"Wot II we is?" she said sullenly,
folks like us has got to live some
way and the old gags is the best any
how. I tried new one las week, and
it was all to the bum" Here she
stopped and looked at me suspiciously
Go on Liz" said good naturedly
I'm not working this week and I'll
| give my word of honor not to peach on
| you. Sit down and tell me about it."
The hunted look left the girls face
and she glanced at me gratefully as
she sat down.
| Tanks, Mr.. Wells" she said, 81
| taut you want no piker. Well, it was
like dis. Some o de fly cops got wise
| to our game an dey told us to quit II
| or get pinched, so we quit an KEEP in
de house fer a while. things to eat
got kinder scarce aroun' tn Joint so
| one night, | says to Mag I'm goin' tc
duck out an see what's doin' an
| took a hike down to the Bow'ry.
| 81 wuz sneakin' along when, all Of q
| sudden, runs into Marble Mary just
| out from a tree months trip to tn
| islam. Mary she hooks into me an
| wen | tells her me bad luck, she puts
me wise to a new lay that she says is
| a peach an winner. On de way home
| | lays me plans to try it out mex day
| Now dis is a kind of a particular job
| so / calls on all me frien's fer help.
| "One lends me swell lid she's
swiped somewhere, another hands me
a dress fer Mag an finally, we're bot
fixed up like duchesses and ready fer
parade.
| Den | gets out a new shiny hand
bag, dat | copied from somebody OF
other, and packs it full O paper until
it looked like tn property of Mrs. Van
| Astor.
| "Wid dat in me mitt, me and Mag
hits de pike fer down town. We
| wuznt Amin fer no cheap joint
| neither, but fer Wanacoopers, tn
SWEETEST place in town. Course, we
didn't know w'ether we could get In
or not, but faint heart amt produc
| tive of anything to eat an anyhow we
| couldn't do no more than get trowed
| out.
"Well, luck was wild us, fer dey was
big sale goin on an tn bubbles an
1 oorr;a oes was lined up fer half mile