The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-10-02

pin that he has three children and to
look out for another serious Calamity;
lprice u cents.
| n walked far away down on the
etaSh TO the -uiiIs OF al ole pavilion
nfnf one corner OF tii!s new private
park-Lun Park. A year ago that old
pavilion was staidin' up straight. and
the Oil style walters was slammin' II
wsek's supply OF clam chowder down
Elm front OF you for II nickel and cailin'
you emily friendly, and vice was ram
pant. and you got back TO New York
With enough change 20 take car at
the bridge. Now they tell me that they
serve iYeIsh rabbits on Surf avenue.
ind you Gct the right change back in
The tnoyin' picture joints.
Il 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. Twns before reform
struck the island. and we was happy.
We had tintypcs and chowder In the
r1baid dives and the Egyptian Sor-
ceress OF the Nile told Norah out of
her hand. while | was waitin in the
door. TINT twould be the luck Of her
TO marry a rcdheaded gossoon with
Two cfooked legs. and was oyerrun-
MIN With 10y on account OF the alic.
sion. And 1twas there TINT Noy T.. o
Flynn put her two hands In mine a
year before. and we talked of fats and
the things she could cook and the love
| htlafnn3ss
And that was Coney us We loved 1t
and as the hand OF Satan was upon it
1 friendly upd noisy and your moneys
worths with ne fence around the ocean
anu not too .many electric lights to
show the siueyetof black Serge cont
against h White shit waist. a.
Il sat With my back 10 the parks
where, tfpy md the Moon @stnd the
dreams Eahd the steeples corralied and
longed for the. old Coney: There
wasn't ,n,nsly. people ON the beach.
Lots Of theili. was feedln' pennies into
the slot niaciiines to see the Interrupt
ed CourtshiI in the moyin' pictures,
aud good many was takin. the sea
air In the Canals OF Venice. and some
was brcathir the smoke OF the sea
battle by fctial .warsliips in tank
filled with real water. i few was
down on tile sands enjoyln the moon.
light and tile water. And the heart OF
me was heavy for the. new n,orlls of
tile old island. while the bands, behind
me played and the-sea bounded on the
bass drum IN front
II And directlySi got up and walked
along the old pavilion. and there on
the other side of 1t. half in the dark.
was slip of girl cryin' by herself
there. all alone. iNcss5s ~
"'Is it trouble you arei In now. missg
says !. And what's to be done about
Eitr ~
'Tfs none Of your business Mt all.
Denny Carnahan.' siys she, .sittin' up
straight And it was the voice of no
other than .Norah Flynn
i Fhcn It's not says 1, sind we're
after having pleasant evening. Miss
Flynn. Have ye seen the sights or
this new Concy'Island, tliens'-s
Il "N have, says she. Me mother and
uEcle Tim they are waiting seyoId.l
Tis an elegant evening I've had I've
seen all the attractions that be-,
Right ye are.' says l. to Sorah;
and don't know when I've been that
amused. After disportiu' mcselfamung
tue most laughable moral Improve
meEts of the revised shell games took
meself to the shore for the benefit of
the cool lair And did We observe the
Durbar. Miss Flynn! A
~ did, says she, reHectin'; but AIS
not. safe. I'm thinkin'. to ride down
them slantin' things into the watsfs
i q" How did ye fancy the shoot the
chptes:. j asks.
Il = True, then. I'm afraid Of gums
says Eorah. They make such noisa
In my ears. But Uncle Tfr>, he siios
them. he did, and won cigats. IT'S d
fine time we had this day. Mr.. Carna,
ham, q
i I'm glad you've enjoyed yerseif.' j
says, i suppose you've had rosrin'
fine time seem the sights. And how
did the incubators and the helter skel
ter and the midgets suit the t,iste
II of ye?
I'll wasn't hungry. says Norah
faint. But mother ate a quantity OF
/ all of 'em. I'm thnt pleased with the
fines things IN the Eew Coney Island
says she. that it's the happiest day
I've seen in. q long time. ut 3nll
Il Did you see yeniceT says L.
i 1--WE did, says she. she was q
beauty. She was all dressed In red,
she yves. with
s"I listeEaf no more to Norati Flynn.
| stepped up and gathered her in my
arms.
/ Its q story teller ye are. Norah