Nogales international., 1931-04-04

son running around the way she did
with nillionaire-Chess had recog-
nized Joe that very first day, at the
cottage, because he used to see Joe at
the boxing matches.
Then Chess was lying on the dirty
marble floor, with blood on his cheek,
and Joe was looking quite tall and
calm and proud, but a little breathless,
with two policemen holding him. And
as Chess, still shouting, got to his feet,
/ Joe jerked loose and sent him spinning
again, and that time the policeman
gripped Joe again and walked him
away, and a third policeman began TO
] shove Chess roughly out of the room
The clerk took the Johnsons out
through big greasy swinging door,
and they were in the dark street again.
!. All a nightmare. All nightmare.
And yet, as the endless night wore by,
she began to be afraid she would
never wake up.
They got home, somehow-partly
walking, partly in street car. And
they sat in the kitchen, and Maggie
made tea.
maggie, for goodness sake, how
did you feel when you learned that
your friend was really Joe Merrill? l
never will get that straight" said Liz.
"Oh, all right"
Maggie, if you get him we're fixed
for life" Liz said eagerly.
Il won't" she assured her sister.
"Maggie-why do you act so funny
about it? AS far as my shaming you
tonight goes, why, l didn't do any
thing that all the girls of his crowd
aren't doing every day." Liz pleaded
eagerly. "And if he makes that an ex-
cuse for breaking his ngagement-"
"I'll sue him. said Ma heavily.
"Here in this kitchen he sat, last Sun
day afternoon, and tole me with his
own mouth"
"You don't have to sue himl" Liz
said. Hes crazy about her. Isn't he,
Maggie3"
Il wasn't listening, Ma. I'm sorry,
Liz, but I'm going to bed"
"I'm going to sit up with Ma" said
'Lizabeth. Their topic was good for
several more hours of exclamation,
analysis, and debate.
Mrs. Johnson and her oldest daugh-
ter slept late the next morning. They
reached the kitchen together at about
ten o'clock, having had not more than
five hours of rest, and began at once
on the leisurely breakfast that Maggie,
as usual, had left ready to heat. There
were cups on the table, and coffee in
the pot, and bread was sliced; there
was a fat little bottle of cream, and
Maggie had left half the mixture of
an omelette waiting in yellow bowl.
'Lizabeth was the one who first
found time to pick up the newspaper,
and her involuntary Mortified oh,
God" caused her mother, startled, to
join her at the stove. They read it
together.
1t was all there. Joseph Merrill's
picture, on the front page, was en-
bellished, in rocco border, with a
sketch representing two silhouetted
youths fighting in courtroom, with
Mortified women fleeing in every di-
rection.
It'll just about kill MaggieP said
'Lizabeth, aghast.
go on readin', Liz"
:" :. young Merrill, who, as far
as could be ascertained, has been mas
querading, since his departure from
college, as a day labourer, and who,
according to reports, has acquired an
enviable acquaintance with the city s
underworld, was detained without bail
and spent the night in the city jail
At an early hour this morning, efforts
to reach his father at the country place
at Elmingdale were met with tn con-
tinued on page four column three
|. -" Lizabeth read rapidly.