Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-07-20

cause there was nothin' dom for me
at home. For long time / just sat on
doorsteps and looked at the lights dnd
the people goin' by And then the Kid
came along one evenin' and sized me
up, and Twas mashed on the spot for
fair. The first drink he made me take
I cried all night at home and got a
lickin' for maxim noise. And now
say, Tommy. you ever see this Annie
HARRISON? 1t it 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 8 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 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 leaped Fate in green silk
skirt under the nom de guerre Of Liz.
Her eyes wore hard and blacker than
Jet. She did not scream or waver.
Most unwonlanly 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 tie 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 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 it survive, and here
most Of all, where the ultimate perfec-
ton of culture, citizenship and alleged
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 IF
pastorates and colleges.
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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. I dreamed the
rest of this story.
I thought was in the next world
and there was great crowd Of us out
side the courtroom where the judy
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 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 !
lived in New Jersey the bailiff angel
came to the door and sang out, cease
No. 99,S52, 743v'
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, Liz!
The court officer took her inside and
closed the door. l went up to Mr.. Fly
Cop and inquired about the case.
"A very sad 0ne," 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 fiance and COM
mitted suicide She had no defense.
MY report to the court relates the facts
In detail. all Of which are substanti-
ated by reliable witnesses. The wages
of sin is death. Praise the Lordv'
The court officer opened the door
and stepped out.
"Poor grip said Special Terrestrial
Officer the Rev. Jones, with tear in
his eye. 1T was one Of the saddest
cases that ever met with. OF course
she was"-
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 move on your =
Now. wasn't that silly dream?
Tho Test She Applied. + "
"When a young man proposes you
should always be careful and test his