Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-08-06

for m. You know me, Tommy. Two
years me and the Kid We been engaged
Look at that ring. Five hundred be
said 1t cost. Let him take her to the
dance. What'n | do? I'll cut bis
heart out. Another whisky, Tommy"
81 wouldn't listen to no such reports,
Miss Lizzie" said the waiter smooth
~ from the narrow opening above flis
chin. kid Mullaly's not the guy to
throw a lady like you down. seltzer
on the side?"
1.-TWO years." repeated Liz, softening
a little to sentiment under the magic
of the distiller's art. 81 always used
to play out on the street of evenin's
cause there was nothin' dom o me
at home. For a long time l just a on
doorsteps and looked at the lights and
the people goin' by. And-tben the Kid
came along one evenin' aid sized me
up, and l was mashed on the spot for
fair. The first drink he made me take
l cried all night at home and got a
lickin' for maxim a noise. And now
say, Tommy, you ever see This Annie
Karlson? If 1t 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 a lady
on his arm. AS the Lorelef's was her
hair golden. Her 'yes" 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 maQy
lamps are burning nightly In many
studies and Libraries.
Out from the circle 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
Jet. She did not scream or waver
Most unwomanly she cried out on
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 hNte
most of all, where the ultimate perfec-
ton of culture, citizenship and alleged
superiority joins bawling In the chase:
4shey pursued, a~tiriezng-10
fathers, mothers, lovers and maifens,
bowling, yelling. calling, whistling,
crying for blood.
Knowing her way and hungry for
her surcease, she darted down the fla
miliar ways until at last her feet
struck the dull solidity of the rottihg
pier. And then 1t was but a 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
p%astorates and colleges.
It's mighty funny what kind of
dreams one has sometimes. Poets call
them visions, but a vision is only a
dream In blank verse. / dreamed the
rest of this story.
1 thought l was in the next world
and there was a 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 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 bailif angel
came to the door and sang out, Case
No. co. 52, 743r'
Up stepped a plain clothes man
there were lots of 'em there, dressed
exactly like preachers and hustling us
spirits around just as cops do on earth
and by the arm he dragged-whom,
do you think? Why, LII
The court officer took her inside and
closed the door. l went up to Mr.. Ely
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 I
am special terrestrial officer, the Rev.
Jones. The case was assigned to me.
The girl murdered her f1ance and com
mitted suicide. She had no defense.
My report to the court relates the facts
In dafaU oil Of which ara auhStan fi-