New Britain herald., 1915-02-27
BRIGHTON BILL, BAD'
 NAN,NEETS WATERLOO
All Because He Tried 10 FIIt wlf
 a Poor, HlnneTcenl Gal.
"Hi s,y miss. wots yer ,urrv!,

"Hi sly miss wots yer 'urry!
 A pretty, slender girl had been bur. rying along a tumble-down, din2y thoroughfare near the river-front in London. 1t was in the evening, and stevedores, longsh bremen, dock labor CTS and sailors filled the streets and public houses along the water front. The maiden had run the gauntlet of many staring, admiring eyes, but her evident responsibility had saved her from insult until she found her pas sage contested by great hulking fel- low. With an evil leer he inquired into the girls reason for haste, and when she drew back, pale with fright he utter an indecent oath and grasred one of her little hands in his big, dirty fist.
 Not so fast, little 'un," he ex- claimed. Yes too purty to be run min habout malone. Ii'n just see that ye get 'ome hall right"
 With a snirk which contorted hls brutish face into an ugly grimace, he took hold of the girls arm. She sought to tear herself free, but she was as an infant in the grasp of the brawny giant, who laughed loudly at her con- tortions. A few of the men in the crowd joined in the mirth, but others muttered growls of rage and, with clenched fists, pushed their way to where the girl was struggling in the arms of the bully Their ardor van ished when thew recognized the sel- low. for he was Brighton Bill known throughout that section of London as
 'the Mapping terror and feared by all. The stevedores and longshoremen
 T. a working, hard-swearing, hard drink ing men, rough and crude, but insult ing women was not in their line. Most of them had known the weight of Brighton Bills huge fist however, aud all knew him by reputation, so they were not inclined to go to the rescue of a maiden in distress when it meant a fight with the Mapping terror They were hardly to De blamed, for Bi1l knew not the meaning of mercy In combat he sunk his fang-like teeth into his opponents, gouged out their eyes, habitually hit fowl, and, when man was so unfortunate as to go down before him, kicked his prostrate,.foe | with wild fury
 | Crying pitifully, the girl had ceased | struggling, and between her sobs whs | begging her captor to release her, when Brighton Bill, who was vasay amused by her fright, found himself
 grasped by the shoulder and whirled
 around. Loosening his hold on hls
 victim, who slipped away through the 1 crowd, the Mapping terror confrorhed
 a man as tall as himself-quite sx
 feet two--but slenderer and lighter l in weight.
 1 Wat, wat"-Bill stuttered in his | anger and surprise that anybody | should dare to interfere with him | Enter Tom King. We're a bloomin' coward" said the
 newcomer, and followed these insult 1 ing words with slap on the face of 7 the astounded bully Mad with fury
 Bill dashed out wildly with his fist but the young giant nimbly lodged the | blow.
 l "A ring A ring!" was the cry. Men fcame running from every direation i and surrounded the pair.
 ' Wy, hits Tom King!" somebody 1 shouted.
 Wat! 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 dock Iaborer well known to many of the men. In His boyhood he had been a sailor but at the age of twenty he returned to
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