The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-03-05
BRIGHTON BILLS WATERLOO.
Ell sly. miss. wots yer urryl"

Ell sly. miss. wots yer 'urry!''
A pretty, slender girl had been
hurrying along a, tumble down, dingy
thoroughfare near the river-front IN
London 1t was in the evening, and
stevedores, longshoremen. dock la
borers and sailors filled the streets
and public houses along the water
front. The maiden had run the
gauntlet of many staring, admir1ng
eyes, but herA evident responsibility
had saved her from insult until she
found her passage contested by
great hulk4ng fellow. With an evil
leer he inquired into the girls reason
for haste, and when she drew back,
pa1es with fright, he uttered an in
descent oath and grasped one of her
little hands in his big, dirty fist.
'sNot so fast. little un," hee ex-
claimed. Yes too purity to be run
MIN habout Malone. Hill just see
that We get 'one hall right
With a snnirk which contorted hts
british face into an ugly grimace, he
took hold of the girPsf arm. She
sought to tear herself free, but she
was as an infant In the grasp Of the
brawny giant, who laughed loudly at
in the crowd Joined in the mirth. but
others nauttered growls of rage and
with cIenched fists, pushed their way
to Where's the girl Vas struggling In
the arms of the bully. Their ardor
| vanished when they recognized the
known throughout that section Of
London as sthe Wrapping terror
and feared by all. The stevedores
and Iongshorenen of London in the
| '5Os were hard-working, hard
swearing hard-drinking men, rough
not in their line. Most of them had
known the weight of Brighton BilPs
huge fist, however, and all knew him
by reputa.tio on, SO they were not IN
clined to go to the rescue OF a maiden
in distress when it meant g. fight
with the Wrapping terror. They were
hardly to be blamed, for bill knew
not the meaning OF mercy. In COM
| bat he sunk his fang-ike teeth into
| his opponents, gouged out their eyes,
habitua1ly hit fowl, and, when a man
was so unfortunate as to go down be-
fore him, kicked his PROSTATE foe
/ with wild fury.
Crying pit1fully, the girl had ceas-
ed struggling, and between her sobs
was begging her captor to release
vastly amused by her fright, found
himself grasped by the shoulder and
wrirIed around. Loosening his hold
on his victim, who slipped away
through the crowd the Wrapping ter
TOR confronted q man tall as him
self-quite six feet two-but slender
err and lighter in weight.
| wat wat''-BilI suffered in his
anger and surprise that anybody
should dare to interfere with him.
ssYe're q. bloonin' coward said
the newcomer, and followed these
insulting words with a slap on the
face of the astonisheds bully. Mad
with fury, Bill lashed out wildly with
his fist, but the young giant nimbly
| lodged the blow.
i = rim erfs
Men came running from every direc-
ton and surrounded the pair.
ivy, hits Tom King!" somebody
shouted.
.sWat! The softy!',
| Derision and pity mingled in the
cheer which greeted the announce
| ment of the name of the man who
had dared the wrath Of Brighton
Bill.
Tom King was a dock la,borer well
/ known to- many of the men. In his
boyhood he had been sailor, but at
the age of twenty he returned to his
native London to engage in the hard
toll Of loading and unloading yes
sells. He was. giant in stature, but
of a quiet and studious dispositio on
Instead OF spending his nights ca
rousing, drinking and fighting in the
public houses, he devoted all his
spare time to study under the direc-
/ ton of a kindly German baker who
4 WAS d4SO d SCnOl3r. 1OI1lS desire TO
get an 'feducation'' was viewed with
/ amusement and disgust by his com
panions of the docks. More than
that, he lived with an old woman
named Wingrove who kept respect
able lodgings. and treated her with
all the veneration due a mother. So
far as anybody knew, Tom King had
never fought in his life-and now he
was due for a dust-up with the belli-
cose, brutal Brighton Bill.
When the ring was formed-and
there were even a few police among
/ the spectators-BiIl uttered a. hoarse
and terrifying below and rushed at
his opponent. The spectators held
their breath, expecting Tom to go
down and to be trampIed into the
dust. Instead, King met the on-
tslaught with a sIashing punch full in
the face which sent the terror back
on his heels. The blow only added
fuel to the flames of Bits anger, and
| again he rushed forward, his arms
swinging ike flats, but this time he
received such a waIlop that he was