The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-06-17

came along Que evenln and sized me
up and was mashed on the spot fof
I fair. The iirvt drink he made me take
cried all night al home and got q
liekln for pakin' noise. And now
say. Tommy. you ever see this Annie
Karlsonf II II wasn't for peroxide the
chloroform limit would have put her
ont long ago. oh. lin leokln' for IN.
You tell the Kid IL be comes In. Mel
IN cut bis heart out Another whisky.
Tommy"
A little unsteadlly. but with watch.
ful aud brilliant eyes, Liz walked up
the avenue toward the Small Hours
Social club.
Al o o'clock the president. KID Mul.
laly. paced upon the door with lady
on his arm. As the Lorelel's was her
hair golden. Her yes" was softened
to YAH but its quality Of assent
was patent 10 the most MIlesian ears,
She stepped upon her own train and
blushed and-she smiled into the eyes
Of Kid MuIIaly
And then as the two stood iB the
middle Of the waxed foor the thing
happened TO prevent which many
lamps are burning nightly in many
studies and libraries
Out from the circle Of spectators In
the hall leaped Fate In green silk
skirt under the nom de guerre Of Liz
Her eyes were hard and blacker than
Jet. She did not scream or wayer,
Most unwomanly she cried out one
oath, the Kids own favorite oath and
IN his own deep voice, and then while
the Small Hours Social club went fran.
tically TO pieces she made good her
boast TO Tommy, the waiter made
good as far as the length OF her knife
blade and the strength Of her arm per-
mitted.
Liz ran out and down the street
swift and true as woodcock flying
through grove Of sapllngs at dusk.
And then followed the big clty's big
gest shame, handed down from long
ago century Of the basest barbarity-
the hue and cry. Nowhere but In the
big cities does II survive. and here
most of all, where the ultimate perfec-
ton Of culture, citizenship and alleged
superiority Joins bawllng in the chase.
They pursued, a shrieklng mob Of
fathers, mothers, lovers and maidens,
bowling, yelling, calling, whistling,
crying for blood.
Knowing her way and hungry for
her surcease, she darted down the fa-
mIlar ways until at last her feet
struck the dull solidity of the rotting
pier. And then II was but few more
painting steps, and good mother East
river took Liz to her bosom. soothed
her muddy, but quickly, and settled IN
five minutes the problem that keeps
lights burning O. nights In thousand Of
pastorates and colleges.
It's mighty funny what kind OF
dreams one has sometimes. Poets call
them visions, but vision is only
dream In blank verse. dreamed the
rest Of this story.
| thought / was IN the next world
and there was great crowd Of us out
side the courtroom where the judg-
ments were going on. And every now
and then a very beautiful and impos-
Ing court officer angel would come out
side the door and call another case In
a loud voice.
While ! was considering my own
sins and wondering whether
there would be any use Of my trying
to prove an allbi by claiming that |
lived In New Jersey the bailiff angel
came to the door and sang out, Case
No. 99,s52, ,743p
Up stepped plain clothes man
there were lots of 'em there, dressed |
exactly like preachers and hustllng us
spirits around just as cops do on earth |
-and by the arm he dragged whom,
10 you think2 Why, Liz!
The court officer took her inside and |
,losed the door. went up to Mr., Fly
Jop and inquired about the case.
"A very sad one" says he, laying the
POINTS of his manlcured fingers to-
utterly incorrigible girl.
I'm special terrestrial officer, the Rev.
|ones. The case was assigned to me.
The girl murdered her fiance and COM
nitted suicide. She had no defense.
iy report to the court relates the facts
n detail. all Of which are substanti-
ted by reliable witnesses. The wages
Il sin Is death. Praise the Lordp
The court officer opened the door
nd stepped out.
Poor girl" said Special Terrestrial
)fficer the Rev. Jones, with tear In
is eye. ut was one Of the saddest
ases that ever met with. or course
he was"--
discharged" said the court officer.
Come here, Jonesy. First thing you
now you'll be switched TO the potpie
quad How would you like to be on
be missionary force In the south sea
Now, you quit making
iese false arrests or you'll be trans
The guilty party you've
OF to look for In this case IL a red
aired. unshaven, untidy man, sitting
J the window reading in his stocking
.et while bis children play In the
reefs. Get move on your
Now wasn't that n silly dreamf