Evening star., 1920-11-28
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big, beautiful, red head Of yours and
en- great. big. five-dollar- gold piece /,

big, beautiful, red head Of yours and
en- great; big; five-dollar- r-soid-piece
"Now!"
Jaw, now, sweetness"
you dare to take another step over
here. Just you dare to ~
.sWhy, sweetness, I wouldn't hurt one
Of them hairs in your head, gfr1, not for
nothing in the world"
''You bet your life you wouidnts
Should say. Wouldn't"
cHE could see him advancing
- through, the gloom. his white archi-
tectural teeth shining out.
why, I wouldn't hurt one of the
hairs on your head, girl, not for two
worlds" He paused. dangling the waist
cords. Can't a fellow. just to prove
to .ou how much he thinks Of you, have
You can notr' She tried to pass
him with flashing movement. but at
the sight Of her scutttiing from him in
low detour. he reached out, graspins
the edge Of her sleeve.
'Annie-''
..No. you don't" And with a jerk
and a tear was free Of him. darting
the rooms width to the mirror and low
toward the door.
Taken SO suddenly that his fingers
relaxed: like wax. Mr.: Foddie stood
for blinded instant. then cast the
length Of his body across the table,
top. reaching for the flying hem of
her sleeve as it slipped him. ~
."Annie-come-bac Reached
farther, dragging the table cover, and
with it the lamp until it tipped in a
hurst OF fame. -. "a
"A geyser of fire shot up immedi-
ately.. blackening the white ceiling,
its reflection leaping at Annie kim
eady through the tip-tilted mirror like
a long, swift tongue. For a moment
she paused. ygripped in fear. then
hurled back and at it.
stand back of that crib! Stand
back! Stand-back! The cribv' And
with her body's weight flung against
it. reached out, dragging it across the
rooms width, the tent swinging and
the child whimperfng.
You're all right. Easy! Quit waving!
Easy! For goodness sake quit
waving! It's out! Easy"
With her hands and an afghan
dragged OF the. couch she. beat at him,
dealing sout series of quick blows
loose ends spanking out the last
sparks on his singed collar and down
the flannel front of his robe. -.
"Y' amt touched. Mr.. Foddie. Was
just the flannel singed. Nothings
burnt but the tablecloth. See? Was
touched. Sit down. Don't, faint!
When Annie Kineady, returned with
the pitcher, her own hands trembling
so that the water. Topped out and over.
Mr.. -Foddle was sitting upright in his
but with a .pallors that caused her to
.sRsasley! Mr.. Foddie. Beasley!
Foddie! Oh, my God! Beasley!"
:, When. Mrs. Beasley. her yellow
muslin nightgown. cfutched at her thin
Of that room, dim line Of tallow-
faced lodgers came peering after. =,
''Beasley, for Gods sake. Beasley!
The lamp! Nobody burnt, but look at
him. Beasley. how-how he sits there
crumpled!, Net burnt. Beasley, but.
0UI now ne HlLS IncIc: Siis my Hoos
Beasley, look at him.!
In the gloom Of the single jet. shud.
deringly, but as one who has learned
that the lodger's hrst autopsy fails
too often TO slandladies, Mrs. -Beasley
leaned forward. her -ear'to the sinsed
flannel robe. -
God Almighty. 1t was his heart give
out! Snuggs, you run for the doctor.
Poor, poor man, and knew his wife
before him. On Mondays he paid like
clockwork. God Almighty. what'll be-
come OF the child. not a, stick or a
stone. Of q relation. God Almighty.
Annie. 1t. was. his heart; poor man.
"oh, my God" cried Annie Kineady.
submerged by her rising hysteria and
sinking her face to her. hands. Rob
bic, little Robbie!"
TN the spring. stirred by the rising
juices Of life. Spartan emerges
shamefacedly from her long and
suilen winter. Roads with the ruts
frozen in them soften and smooth. The
wellington -Eowney wire works sods
its front approach. small rugs of
transplanted grass making a green
whole, - d.. %.~
BY. May day the box-shaped houses
raise their shades for spring cleaning
and women wrap, the upatairs base
burner In newspapers. Along the rail-
road, tracks the milkweed takes. heart.
The S1azier's wife. with her hair crop.
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