The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1909-06-02

i uluu sat Ill u TOCklIB ChdlT py
lH a window. He had just lighted
IL pipe and was putting blue
clouds with great satisfaction. He had
removed his shoes and donned pair
of blue, faded carpet slippers. With
the morbid thirst of the confirmed
daily news drinker. he awkwardly
folded back the pages of an evening
paper. eagerly gulping down the
strong, black headlines, to be followed
rs a chaser by the milder details Of
the smaller type.
In an adjoining room u woman was
cooking supper. Odors from strong
bacon and boiling coffee contended
against the cut plug fumes from the
vespertine pipe.
Outside was one of those crowded
streets Of the east side in which as
twilight falls Satan sets up his re-
cruitlng office. A mighty host of chill
dren danced and ran and played in the
street. Above the playground forever
lowered great bird. The bird was
known to humorists as the stork But
the people of Chrystie street were bet
ter ornithologists. They called 1t 4
vulture.
A little girl of twelve came up tim
idly to the man reading and resting by
the window and said:
Papa, won't YOU play game Of
tired?"
The red haired, unshayen untidy
man sitting shoeless by the window
answered, with frown:
"Checkersl No; I won't. Can't q
man who works hard all day have a
little rest when he comes home? Why
don't you go out and play with the
other kids on the sidewalk"
The woman who was cooking came
to the door.
"John," she said, IT don't like for
Lizzie to play in tho street. They
learn too much there that amt good
for 'em. She's been In the house all
day long. It seems that you might
give up little Of your time to amuse
her when you come home"
LET her go out and play like the rest
OF em IL she wants TO DO amused"
said the red haired, unshaven, untidy
man, land don't bother me-"
you're on" said Kid Mullaly. eff
ty dollars to $25 take Annie to ths
dance. Put up"
The Kids black eyes were swapping
with the fire of the baited and chal
lenged. He drew out his rolf an,
slapped five tens upon the bar. TIL
, three or four young fellows who wer
: thus taken" more slowly produce
their stake.
"And, oh, whatll be done to YOU
be a-plenty," said a bettor, with antic
, patory glee.
, THAT'S my lookout" said the XII
sternly. "Fill 'em up all AROUND
! Mike"
After the round Burke, the Kid
sponge, sponge holder. pal, mentor an
grand vizier, drew him out TO the boot
black stand at the saloon corner, wher
all the official and important matter
of the Small Hours Social club wer
settled.
"Cut that blond out, Kid" was hi
advice. cor there'll be trouble. VIVA
do you want to throw down that CIR
Of yours for? You'll never find one
that'll freeze to you like LIZ has. She'i
worth a hall full Of Annies."
'I'm no Annie admirerr' said the
Kid. dropping cigarette ash on his
polished toe and wiping 1t of on Tony's
shoulder. But l want to teach Liz a
lesson. She thinks belong to her,
She's been Dragging that daren't
speak to another girl. LIZ is all right
IN some ways. She's drinking little
too much lately. And she uses Ian
guage that lady oughtn't."
you're engaged, amt your asked
Burke.
"Sure. Well get married next year
maybe"
81 saw you make her drink her first
glass of beer" said Burke. THAT was
two years ago. when she used to come
down to the corner Of Chrystie bare
headed to meet you after supper. She
was quiet sort Of kid then and
couldn't speak without blushing."
"Shes little spitflre sometime.
now" said the Kid. II hate jealousy
That's why I'm going to the dane
with Annie. I'll teach her some sense.
"Well, you better look little out,
were Burke's last words. III LIZ wa
my girl and l was to sneak out to
dance coupled up with an Annie r.
want n suit of chain armor on unde
my gladstone rags, all right"
Through the land of the stork-vul
turc wandered LIZ Her black eyei
searched the passing crowds fierily. blu
vaguely. Now and then she hummet
bars Of foolish little songs.
LIS skirt was green silk. He
waist was large brown and pinl
plaid, well fitting and not withou
style. She wore a cluster OF rings Of
huge imitation rubies and locket thai
banged her knees at the bottom OF Q
silver chain. Her shoes were run down
over twisted high heels and wer'
strangers to polish. Her hat woult
scarcely have passed into -four bar
rel.
The family entrance" Of the Blu'
Jay cafe received her.
whisky, Tommy" she said as he
sisters farther uptown murmur
Champagne. James"
Sure, Miss Lizzie! What'll tn
chaser beT
Settler. And, say, Tommy. has tn
Kid been around todayY
"Why, no, Miss Lizzie. haven
saw him today"