Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1909-06-22
"she's a little spittlre sometimes

want suit of chain armor on under
my gladstone rags, all right"
Through the land of the stork-vul-
ture wandered Liz. Her black eyes
searched the passing crowds fierily. but
bars Of foolish little songs.
LIS skirt was green silk. Her
waist was large brown and pink
plaid. well fitting and not without
style. She wore cluster Of rings Of
huge imitation rubies and locket that
banged her knees at the bottom of
silver chain. Her shoes were run down
over twisted high heels and were
strangers to polish. Her hat would
scarcely have passed into -four bar
rel.
The family entrance" of the Blue
Jay cafe received her.
whisky, Tommy" she said as her
sisters farther uptown murmur,
Champagne. James,"
"Sure, Miss Lizzie! What'n the
chaser be-"
"seltzer. And, say, Tommy. has the
Kid been around today?"
"Why. no. Miss Lizzie. haven't
saw him today"
"Tm lookin' for 'm." said Liz after
the chaser had spurted under her nose.
Its got to me that he says he'll take
Annie Karlson to the dance. Let him.
The pink eyed white rat! I'm lookin
for m. You know me, Tommy. Two
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 do? I'll cut his
heart out. Another whisky, Tommy"
81 wouldn't listen to no such reports
Miss Lizzie" said the waiter smooth.
ly 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
4 little to sentiment under the magic
Of the distiller's art. II always used
to play out on the street Of evenin's
cause there was nothin' dom for me
at home. For long time l 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 was mashed on the spot for
fair. The first drink he made me take
cried all night at home and got a
lickin' for maxim a 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 IN.
You tell the Kid If he comes in. Me?
I'll cut his heart out. Another whisky.
Tommy"
J 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 Lorelers was her
hair golden. Her yes" was softened
to 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
J 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.
3 Her eyes were hard and blacker than
Jet. She did not scream or waver
} Most unwomanly she cried out one
J 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
t boast to Tommy, the waiter-made
: good as far as the length Of her knife
mitted
Liz ran out and down the street
swift and true as woodcock fly
through grove Of saplings at dusk
!, And then followed the big city's
gest shame, handed down from 10
ago century of the basest barbarity
) the hue and cry. Nowhere but in 9
3 big cities does 1t survive, and he {
: most of all. where the ultimate perfec
. ton of culture, citizenship and alleged
superiority joins bawling in the chase.
They pursued, a shrieking mob O.
fathers, mothers, lovers and maidens
| bowling, yelling, calling, whistling
crying for blood.
Knowing her way and hungry TO
her surcease, she darted down the ia
miliar ways until at last her fee
struck the dull solidity Of the rottinl
pier And then 1t was but a few NOR
painting steps, and good mother Eas
river took Liz to her bosom, soothet
her muddy, but quickly. and settled Il
five minutes the problem that keep
lights burning O. nights in thousand o
pastorates and colleges.
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It's mighty funny what kind o
dreams one has sometimes. Poets cal
them visions. but vision is only
dream In blank verse. dreamed tn
rest of this story.
thought l was in the next worl
and there was great crowd of US out
side the courtroom where the jude
ments were going on. And every no1
and then very beautiful and impos
ing court officer angel would come ou
side the door and call another case 1
loud voice.
While was considering my ow
worldly sins and wondering whethe
there would be any use of my tryin
to prove an alibi by claiming that
lived in New Jersey the bailiff ange
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