Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-12-13

him that he has three children and tS look out for another serious calamity; price 25 cents.
 Il walked far away down on the beach to the ruins of an old pavilion near one corner of this new private park-Lun Park. A year ago that old pavilion was standin' up straight, and the old style walters was slammin' q weeks supply of clam chowder down ill front of you for a nickel and callin' you 'cully' friendly, and vice was ram' pant, and you got back to New York with enough change to take car at the bridge. Now they tell me that they serve Welsh rabbits on Surf avenue. and you get the right change back in the movin' picture joints.
 II sat down at one side of the old pavilion and looked at the surf spread in itself on the old beach and thought about the time me and Norah Flynn sat on that spot. Twas before reform struck the island. and we was happy. We had tintypes and chOwder in ti.e ribald dives. and the Egyptian Sor- ceress of the Nile told NOrah out of her hand. while 1 was waitin' in the door. that 'twould be the luck of her to marry redheaded gOssOon with two crooked legs. and l was overrnn- min with joy on account of the allu- sion. And twas there that Norah Flynn put her two hands in mine a year before. and we talked of flats and the things she could cook and the love business that goes with such episodes. And that was Coney as we loved it and as the hand of Satan was upon it. friendly and noisy and your moneys worth. with no fence around the ocean and not too many electric lights to show the sleeve of black serge coat against white shirt waist.
 Il sat with my back to the parks where they had the moon and the dreams and the steeples corralled and longed for the old Coney. There wasn't many people on the beach. Lots of them was feedn' pennies into the slot machines to see the Interrupt ed Courtship' in the movin' pictures, and good many was takin' the sea air in the Canals of Venice, and some was breathin' the smoke of the sea battle by actual warships in a tank filled with real water A few was down on the sands enjoyin' the moon light and the water. And the heart of me was heavy for the new morals of the old island, while the bands behind me played and the sea pounded on the bass drum in front.
 And directly 1 got up and walked along the old pavilion. and there on the other side Of it, half in the dark. was slip of girl cryin' by herself there, all alone.
 "'Is it trouble you are in now, miss? says l. And what's to be done about it?'
 "''Tis none of your business at all, Denny Carnahan,' says she. sittin' up straight. And it was the voice of no other than Norah Flynn.
 "'Then it's not. says I. and we're after having q pleasant evening. Miss Flynn. Have ye seen the sights of this new Coney Island, then?'
 "T have,' says she. Me mother and Uncle Tim they are waiting beyond. 'Iis an elegant evening Eve had. I've seen all the attractions that be-
 "'Right ye are,' says 1 to Norah; and I don't know when I've been that amused After disportin' meself among the most Imaginable moral improve ments of the revised shell games took meself to the shore for the benefit of the cool air. And did ye observe the Dunbar, Miss Flynn?'
 CT did, says she, ref1ectin': but 'tis not safe, I'm thinkin'. to ride down them slantin' things into the water
 "'How did ye fancy the shoot the chutes?' asks.
 True. then, I'm afraid of guns.' says Norah. They make such noise in my ears. But Uncle Tim. he shot them, he did, and won cigars. 'Tis fine time we had this day, Mir. Carna- ham,
 "I'm glad you've enjoyed yerself,' I says. I suppose you've had roarin' fine time seein' the sights. And how did the lncubatOrS ana the nelter SKel- ter and the midgets suit the taste of ye?
 "'I-I wasn't hungry says Norah, faint. But mother ate quantity of all of 'em. Pm that pleased with the fine things in the new Coney lsland.' says she, that it's the happiest day I've seen in a long time, at all.'
 "'Did you see Venice? says I.
 "'We did, says she. She was beauty She was all dressed in red, she was, with
 'I listened no more to Norah Flynn. stepped up and l gathered her in my arms.
 Iris a story teller ye are, Norah Flynn says I. We've seen no more