The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1909-12-16


years me and the Kid We been engaged.
Look at that ring. Five hundred he
said it cost. Let him take her to the
dance. What'll l do? III cut his
heart out. Another whisky, Tommy"
Il wouldn't listen to no such reports,
Miss Lizzie" said the waiter smooth
~ from the narrow opening above his
chin. 'Kid Mullaly's not the guy to
throw lady like you down. Settler
on the side?'
1.-TWO years." repeated Liz softening
little to sentiment under the magic
Of the distillers art. II always used
to play out on the street of evenin's
cause there was nothin' dom for me
at home. For a long time just sat ON
doorsteps and looked at the lights and
the people goin' by. And then the Kid
came along one evenin' and sized me
up, and 1 was mashed on the spot for
fair. The first drink he made me take
cried all night at home and got
lickin' for maxim noise. And now
say, Tommy. you ever see this Annie
Karlson? If it wasn't for peroxide the
chloroform limit would have put her
out long ago. Oh Pm lookin' for m
You tell the Kid if he comes in. Me?
I'll cut his heart out. Another whisky,
Tommy"
A little unsteadily, but with watch
full and brilliant eyes, Liz walked up
the avenue toward the Small Hours
Social club.
At 8 O'Clock the president, Kid Null
laly. paced upon the floor with lady
on his arm. AS the Lorelei's was her
hair golden. Her Eyes, was softened
to a 'yah," but its quality Of assent
was patent to the most Milesian ears.
She stepped upon her own train and
blushed, and-she smiled into the eyes
of Kid Mullaly.
And then as the two stood in the
middle of the waxed floor 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 leapcd Fate in green silk
skirt under the nom de guerre of Liz
Her eyes We're hard and blacker than
| 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 tn
big cities does it survive, and her,
most of ALL where the ultimate perfe1
ton of culture, citizenship and allegeu
superiority joins bawling in the chase.
They pursued, shrieking 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 IA
miliar ways until at last her feet
struck the dull solidity of the rotting
pier. And then it 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 cali
them visions, but vision is only a
dream in blank verse. I dreamed the
rest of this story.
l thought l was in the next world
and there was great crowd Of us out
side the courtroom where the judg-
ments We're 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 l 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. 90, $50, 743w
Up stepped plain clothes man
there were lots of 'em there, dressed
exactly like preachers and hustling
spirits around just as cops do on ear
and by the arm he dragged-who
do you think? Why, Liz!
The court officer took her inside
closed the door. l went up to Mr..
Cop and inquired about the case.
"A very sad one" says he, laying the
points of his manicured fingers to-
gether-"an utterly incorrigible girl.
am special terrestrial officer, the Rev.
Jones. The case was assigned to me.
The girl murdered her fiance and COM
mitted suicide. She had no defense.
My report to the court relates the facts