The Springdale news., 1909-11-12

At o'clock the president, Kid Mul. laly paced upon the floor with a lady on his arm. Ks the Loreleis was her hair golden Her yes" was softened to a yah" but its quality of assent was patent to the most Mlesian ears She stepped upon her own train and 1 blushed and-she smiled into the eye, of Kid Mullaly.
 And then as the two stood in the happened to prevent which many lamps are burning nightly in many studies and libraries.
 Out from the circly of spectators in the hall leaped Fate in a green silk skirt under the nom de guerre of Liz Her eyes were hard and blacker than l jet She did not scream or waver 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 a woodcock flying through a grove of saplings at dusk.
 And then followed the big city's big gest shame, handed down from a long ago century of the basest barbarity- the hue and cry. Nowhere but in the big cities does 1t survive, and here most of all, where the ultimate perfec- ton of culture, citizenship and alleged superiority joins bawling in the chase. They pursued. a shrieking mob of fathers mothers, lovers and maidens, bowling. yelling calling. whistling, l crying for blood.
 Knowing her way and hungry for her surcease, she darted down the ia miliar ways until at last her feet struck the dull solidity of the rotting pier And then it was but few more panting steps, and good mother East 1 river took Liz to her bosom. soothed her muddily. but quickly. and settled i'll 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 a l dream in blank verse. dreamed the rest of this story.
 I thought was in the next world and there was q great crowd of us out side the courtroom where the 1udg- 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 loud voice.
 While was considering my own worldly sins and wondering whether there would be any use of my trying to prove an alibi by claiming that | l lived in New Jersey the bailiff angel came to the door and sang out. Case No. 99, S52, 743.t
 Up stepped a plain clothes man there were lots of 'em there. dressed exactly like preachers and hustling us l spirits around just as cops do on earth and by the arm he dragged-whom. do you thinkf Why. Liz.
 The court officer took her inside and l closed the door went up to Mir Fly i Cop and inquired about the case.
 "A very sad one. says he. laying the points of his mancured fingers to. gether-"an utterly incorrigibe girl. l am special terrestrial officer. the Rev i Jones. The case was assigned to me 1 The girl murdered her fance and com mitted suicide She had no defense My report to the court relates the facts in detail. all of which are substanti- ated hy reliable witnesses The wages Of sin is death Praise the Lord"
 The court officer opened the door and stepped out
 Poor girl,' said Special Terrestrial Officer the Rev Jones. with a tear in his eye .'It was one of the saddest cases that ever met with. Of course she vas
 Discharged said the court officer. Come here, Jonesy. First thing you know you'll be switched to the potpie squad How would you like to be on the missionary force in the south sea islands-hey? Now. you quit making these false arrests or you'll be trans ferred-see! The guilty party you've got to look for in this case is red haired. unshaven. untidy man. sitting by the window reading in his stocking feet while his children play in the streets Get a move on your l Now wasn't that a silly dream?
 
 President Taft had to compete with three-ring circus in Mis-