Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-06-04

Look at that ring Five hundred he said It cost. Let him take her to the dance What'll l do? I'll cr: his heart out. Another whisky. Tommy"
 ''I wouldn't listen to no snch reports. Miss Lizzie" said the waiter smooth ly from the narrow opening above his chin. "Kid Mullaiy's not the guy to throw lady like you down. Seltzer on the side?"
 1.-Two years," repeated Liz. softening little to sentiment under the magic of the distiller's art "l always used to play out on the street of eyenin's cause there was nothin' doin' for me at home. For 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 l was mashed on the spot for fair. The first drink he made me take cried all night at home and got d lickin' for maxim noise. And now say. Tommy. you ever see this Annie Karlson? If II wasn't for peroxide the chloroform limit would have put her out long ago. Oh. I'm 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 o'clock the president, Kid Null laly. paced upon the floor with lady on his arm. As the Loreleis was her hair golden. Her yes was softened to yah" but it's quallty 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 leaped Fate fin green silk skirt under the nom de guerre of Liz. Her eyes were hard and backer 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 woodcock flying through grove of saplings at dusk.
 And then followed the big clty'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 it survive. and here most of all. where the ultimate perfec- ton of culture, citizenship and alleged superiority joins bawllng 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 fa- miliar ways until at last her feet struck the dull solidity of the rotting pier. And then 1t was but few more panting steps, and good mother East river took Liz to her bosom. soothed her muddily. 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 a vision Is only rest of this story.
 thought l was in the next world and there was q great crowd of us out side the courtroom where the judg- ments were going on. And every now and then 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 worldly sins and wondering whether there would be any use of my trying to prove an alibi by claiming that lived in New Jersey the bailiff angel came to the door and sang out. Case No. 99.S52.743r'
 Up stepped plain clothes man there were lots of 'em there. dressed exactly like preachers and busting us spirits around just as cops do on earth -and by the arm he dragged-w whom. do you thinkf Why. Liz.
 The court officer took her inside and closed the door, went up to Mir. Fly Cop and inquired about the case.
 "A very sad one" says he. laying the points of his manicured fingers to- gether-"an utterly incorrigibe girl. am special terrestrial officer. the Rev. Jones. The case was assigned to me. The girl murdered her tiance and com mitted suicide. She had no defense. Ny report to the court relates the facts a