The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-12-06
By Right of Might Vicesz9s Was Banished from the Eighth

| Florrie, "and if you don't keep your
 bulls (policemen) from under my feet you yourself will get Into trouble" The captain made a deprecatory ges- | ture "There'n be no one interfere from here" he said.
 Big Florrie withdrew, smoothing the
 new kid glove on his right hand. You'll hear a dog howl In about a 1 minute he flung over his shoulders to the captain.
 It is characteristic of the Irishmen
 that he is as a rock for the chastity of
 woman. Big Florrie was an Ameri- can, and to think him anything else would have clouded his brow. But the we'll heads of his blood were Irish, and so he went forth to his crusade with an elate, satisfied heart
 Big Florrie walked into the street. Already the frown of coming war had began to darken his face. Over the way. stood a sleek, self-suficlent young fellow, his hat well back on his head to display the thick, black hair, cut long and low on the forehead after a fashion known along the Bowery as the "Gunfea Iop." His clothes were new and gaudy. There were rings on his fingers, studs In his shirt--in- dubitable evidences of East Side opu- fence. Altogether, he was a finished specimen of the cadet .+s-..
 Big Fiorrie swung loweringiy across. IL was as4hush hit in the face. The cadet went, down as though struck with maui. Presently he sat up. blurred, swrung by painful bewilder- ments.
 Get up and clear out" quoth Big Florrie, collecting the others scatter ad fQrrlfIaa nit l. AIr . I'll give you trimming every time catch you in my district"
 Big Florrie ragged up and down. The cadets fled before him like quicksilver. Those he overlook he bowled over like ninepins. s&
 The word flew from sinful lip to lip. Big Florries was ofiGths moral warpath. The cadets left the Eigth in ebon droves, seeking scenes iess violent and more safe. Such statisticians as the police declared that Big Florrie. by the sheer triphammer force of his mighty fists. sent full two thousand of the infamous litter into exile.
 Also, they never came back.
 Having abated those cadets, Big Florrie did not rest from his virtucus labors. He began a. house toulouse tour Of the red lights themselves. Get out in a week or Tn throw you out" was his warming.
 : The week went by. Big Florrie started on his final swing around the sinful circle. Pitching upon a vice. hair at once fragrant and hourishing he opened the battle. Entering the den he threw wide the windows; siezing chairs. tables, clocks dishes, whatnot he flung them into the street. The public stood outside and cheered. The keeper of the place--dapper, dark with frightened, ferrety eye, appeared. Big Florrie flung him after his chat .tels. The deligh ted public cheered again. Then the public carried off the .chateTs, while the, ferrety. dark one to the police, who turned un- responsive bluecoat backs.
 Big Florrie roved from one offensive red light to another. like an Attila of the moral He toiled over those red lights like 8 painter over a picture. Into uttermost corners he spread de- vastation and paused not until the last red light in it's blood-red radiance was plotted out. Then he took off his gloves-no longer new, but torn and war-worn-and gave his toll recess.