The Lakeland evening telegram., 1914-07-17
.rm got after him Ike a traffic

I'm got dILer ulIn uho b lId1uc
COP getting hunk with chauffeur that
he's laying for; and the boy. who'd
never made dip-in before In his life.
and probably never would have again
if the firm had given him run for
his taw marble, was soaked a FIVE
specker for his first frisk of little
bundle of pungerino bones.
He took the wallop steady enough,
though when he caught the eye Of the
girl sitting alongside his counsel, I'm
not saying that he didn't swallow a
little cotton for himself.
"The girl Just rested her arms on
the table, and put her head in them,
and you could see her shoulders shake,
though she didn't make any sounds
worth mentioning.
"She was pretty little slip OF a
thing, and she and her man had only
done the stand-up before the parson
and settled into one of those install
ment- junk, quarter-meter fats about a
year before.
You could see that he was all the
world and the milky way to her, and,
says to myself, when saw her shoul.
ders heaving that way when the boy
was led off, Me for an acute case OF
housemaid's knee or lumbago If they
try to spin me to the Job Of steering
that one over the road
For | knew that the girl would be
at the station, and I'm getting too
groggy around the Adams apple to
dish myself out any more dents of that
kind than | have to.
did | get by with that little spiel
to myself? Never a chance! | was
doing most of the conveying of the
lags to stir at that time, and when
this boy was due to go up, the chief
called me in and slipped me the as
signment to take him.
Il squeaked and squirmed around
telling the chief that had an liberated
tooth and all like that, but he only
eased me the eye-twink and then the
laugh, and there was no ducking when
he did that.
Il got the assignment the day before
the boy was booked to go; and so |
nudged down to the Tombs at the visit
ing hour, knowing that the girl would
be there with him. Was she there?
WAS Napoleon at the battle of Wa
terloo? She was clinging to him in
the reception room, which was against
the rules at that but all of the case
hardened old key-swingers were let
ting the rules sprint for the end book
in that case and turning their heads
away, because lamping scene like
that wasn't just the kind of stuff they
felt they were on the city payroll
for
AT last the two had to pry loose.
caught her in the hall, trying to dry
her eyes with a little wad Of soaked
handkerchief | told her who ] was.
putting the mutller on the pipes for
fear Of soaring her; and says | when
she had quieted down bit:
Little girl, nobody knows any bet
ter than the old shield-fasher now
talking to you what rough medicine
this Is that you're now taking; but 1t
might be worse. It's In your poor lit
tie hands to make 1t worse
How Is that?' she asked me in a
gaspy kind of way
Why, by being at the station to-
morrow says |. Don't do that. It'll
hurt all round. 1t always hurts. The
boy ls all right. He'll get his good
time, and It won't be long before he'll
be back at the fiat, spick and span,
and fighting for his head to make the
new and fine start,
But don't be at the station tomor-
row. That'd never do. 1t wouldn't dc
for anybody. How about 1t, little
woman?
"Oh, yes, she was there. She
couldn't help 1t. She was sitting on a
bench In the waiting room when we
brushed through the swing door.