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JO ELLEN ] By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copvr,tht. m<. N. _- _J (('imtimied From X ester da 7.) The calamity to the shin* rather finished Jo Ellen's thinking. She now ceased to have any intention an \ e to conquer, us violently as need lie. the wriggling creature who was inflicting tills torture. Unfortunately, loosening her hold on Miss Pascoe’s wrists for the purpose of a blow, or whatever other impulse may have leaped into her hands, offered her opponent another advantage and it was seized promptly. One set of mined fingers caught Jo Ellen’s cheek, the other sank into her neck, soil the catlike strategy had its sure results. As she reached for Miss pnecoe'a throat Jo Ellen had an Im pt ession of Miss Baum, at a great ilistunre, shouting something and of 1 he littlest girl absurdly trying to separate the combatants. . . . From a lastly greater distance there was an oilier voice, an authoritative voice . . . evidently Mrs. Miffling’s. . . . But nothing of this sort mattered. Miss Pascoe went down . . . down for a clashing ied distance, and Jo Ellen's knees were on her chest. Vou brats!’’ bis was from Mis# Mtffling ... as if she bad found two dirty kids maul icg each other in a gutter, ller anger needed some form of insult ami this occurred to her. In view of her habitual allusion to the ladies of her m hool, the characterization was to he measured as an expression of outrage for which she would afterward be par ticularly regretful. As It happened, her humiliation win deepened beyond all measure by tHe presence of a stranger behind her, a fat man, with s handkerchief tucked over his col lar, who stood fascinated, his lips 0 pursed, and Ills eyebrows lifted I11 a fantastic astonishment. It is quite doubtful whether he heard Mrs. Mif fling’s Inelegant expression. He was held in a breathless concentration that shut out everything but the very efficient casting down of Miss Pascoe and tlie picture of the blood-streaked Jo Ellen crouching over her. It was Jn Ellen’s red head that focused the scene for him. He saw that Jo El leu stood up, without noticing that Miss Pascoe remained on the floiy. The fat man said to himself—at least he afterward insisted that he said to himself—"There’s a girl!’’ He was not Interested In Mrs. Mif fling's putterings over Miss Pascoe, v. ho hadn t fainted, but was only ut t> rly limp, a sobbing sound coming fiom tier twisted lips. He ignored Mrs. Miffling's tirade about tenement house conduct and ordering offenders out of the school: he could make nothing of the shrill comments of the littlest girl; but something in the look of Jo Ellen made him notice that Miss Baum was saying, "Miss Pascoe started It,” and led him to know that Miss Parcoe was the one who was being lifted from the floor. Ah, yes! The fat man's face now relaxed into an admiring grin. The one on the floor started it. but the red headed on# finished it. And so neatly! , ' --- k New York • -Day by Day— V._/ By 0. O. M'lNTVRF. “ New York. July 12.—A big liner coining In offer* nil the romance of the zippy drama. The expectant crowd presses against the pier rails aeieral hours before (he steamer is nosed into the slip and warped. it is a restless, surging crowd— fathers, mothers and sweethearts. The handkerchiefs begin to wavs ashore and on board as soon as the steamer is sighted down the river. Many rent ■ megaphone* to call out their greet ing* to returning voyagers. It is a herculean feat of marine ma neuvering to swing the boat almut In the narrow river and guide it into port, especially when the tide is , against it. The margin of inches is uulculated and the slightest mistake would cause incalculable loss. Tlie grim and relentless little river tugs skillfully follow the instructions of the river pilot who is picked up . at quarantine. They seem like ants moving mountains and their staccato putt-putting is really comic. When their work is done they dart away shrilly sirening victory. As the liner edges Into the slip 1 thousands of foreign born clot at the steerage port holes. They must re- j main on hoard for hours after the . first and second class passengers de part to be inspected. There la always i the quota to be turned back. When the gangplank goes down the < mighty rush begins. There are scream* of joy and ofttlmes hysteria. A corps of doctor* are on the pier to , offer first aid. News and movie j cameras click, for every liner brings its list of notables. All passengers must collect for custom Inspection in alphabet leal line. I The baggage is shot from the holds ^ on greased runways and is quickly assembled. Outside are hundreds of taxis handled by pier starters with great efficiency. The builders of the parsonage ail 1.lining t be famous I,Idle Church Around the Corner evidently old not bdieve cleanliness was next to find lilies*. The parsonage was recently discovered to be without a bathroom. The fault 1* now being remedied. It was the noon hour on Four teenth street and a crowd hsd col leded In Rosenblatt's F’enny arcade A player piano was thumping out n waltz and shop clerks were pumping bullet* at day rabbits snd pigeons. Ar. oldish lltle man In a frayed coat walked up to the shooting gallery at tendant and asked for a loaded re volver. It. was given to him and be fore he could be restrained he sent a bullet Into hi* temple snd (dumped to the floor. He was an inventor whose invention failed. In to rnln utea the ambulance removed the hodv and in five minutes the crowds went back to the peep shows and day pigeons. A new bit of business has been In Jected Into a musical revue. There Is a. fellow planted in the audience who has a. rumblellkethunder laugh. As a certain wheeze Is pulled on the stage he begins to chuckle. At first It ie Just a giggle, but ends In a mountainous roar that I* so conta giotis the audience takes il up and Ht r\ory performance (here is almost a convulsion of laughter. Afterward the actor leaves the audlctu e snd j-oes to the stage making the Punier |cp| just a hit foolish. For \cars Old Harry Bloom has been the friend of ehildren ill Harlem llr gnee shout from apartment In apartment telling them slorles. Bloom * Is « Russian and when he migrated to America his five children di»d on shipboard (Copyr!ght, 11!4 ) Being assured that. Miss Pascoe was not mortally hurt, and I hat the mesa was not to be probed at a stroke. Mrs. MKTling came back to the fat man with the air of one who would hurry a parting, adroitly Indicating that the way out was through the second room beyond. "Girls will be girls!'* said the fat man. "Of course it's Just sex—a boy iu it somewhere.'* "Sex!” sputtered Mrs. MKTling. "I'd sav the heat and bad tempers.” "The heat. yee. Makes Jt worse lust sex. We must take It for Slanted.’’ "Sex? It was a squabble about n typewriter." “So.’’ The fat man did not press the point. "I like (he looks of that red headed girl. What's her name?” "She’s only had about five weeks here.” declared Mrs. MKTling. "Out nf the question. She’s not ready. She couldn’t—" "Yes, but. in another month—say early In October. That'* when my girl marries. I'd take a chance. Some how she looks like the sort. Eh— what did you say her name was?" "I didn't say. It's Rewer—Ellen Rewer. Rut where do you think 1 would come in? This isn’t sn employ ment agency. If l let girls go before they're trained—right in ih« middle 3l a course-—’’ "I get you. Naturally. Sure thing Bad business for you. I get you. It would be up to me to square myself. [ would. Just my way, you know, to pick ’em out. I always do that. I sort of get an impression—you know how It is—an Impression.’’ "You can't get dictation with an Impression, believe nte.” "But 1 dictate very elowlv. My girl says she could take me tn longhand. Anyway, I'll be In again. I live very near. M’wife saye, 'Don’t leave the thing to the last minute and then have a fit.’ I saw this ’business ichnol.’ here von are,’ I says. ’Get in and pick one off the bush.’ ” "All right." said Mrs. MKTling in Jismlssal. The fat man found the itaira. IX. MIsa Katun nau insiareu nuti .mi Ellen go with Iter to the corner drug •tore, wearing her strip of fur to rover the only scratch that hied :roublesomeIy. When they came aack Misa Pasooe had gon* home and Mrs. Mlffling had the air of sitting tmid wreckage. Fortunately for her leellngs. the day brought three ar sessions to ttie school. Whatever nay have been tier later reactions, the said nothing whatever to Jo Ellen, who made a poor showing with her work during the remaining period and waa quakingly glad when 3 o'clock ramp. The awkwardness of the situation 'or Jo Ellen waa progressive. If it had leen a twitchy matter at the school t was worse to meet her mother: and worst to have Uncle Ben come home tt S o'clock. . . . "A fight!” Uncle Ben walked tip and down he living room, swinging hi* arm*. He stopped In front of Jo Ellen to itudy the marks. "Business!” He laughed unpleas intlv, clenching hi* fists, then took In Ellen very softly by the shoulders. 'Say—you landed, didn’t you. You lidn't get It all?” Tin hungry.” said Jo Ellen. "Ye*—hut, see here—how was It? foil handed her a lollajlelooea? Jus! ell me that "She was crazy. 1 hud to put her lown.” "For the count. That's It. Down tnd out for Miss t'al. That's the ituff. And here's you, httngrt ” "Don’t make it a joke,” sold Mrs fewer. "Joke nothing’ ' cried Bogei r "Jo •;ilen scored. That's the stuff. What's l scratch? Suppose . . Bogert went outdoors. He could be teard pacing the pori h. He was still here when his mother tame sprvlj ip the steps, her keen eyes missing tot hlng "What* the matter?” she ssked •risply. ' Mattel ’” Bogert essayed a blank ook. "Mother, yon Sherlncks are al vays suspicious. Do J look as If any hlng was wrong?” "You're restless about Bonnet hlng " "Dinner,” he grunted, then decided 0 add. "and Jo Ellen’s had a tight.'' ' Well, that's Interesting,” and Mrs Jogert swung open the screen door Jo Ellen was carrying dishes to the ahle "Who with?” her grandmother Rked at eight of her "You mean with whom,'” said Bn :rrt, behind her. "I've had that tounded Into me and I’m paismg it 1 long.” "I'm glad something s been pound d Into you.” returned hie mother And who’s been pounding you?” she lemanded of her granddaughter. "I'm sick of telling It,” complained !o Ellen. Nevertheless it had to he told again, ind comment ran the length of the neal Billy said: "You ought to'\e ripped her." Bogert said: "A plain ilff in the jaw at the beginning would Somebody Is Always Taking the Joy Out of Life By Briggs ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Herthfield DOM'T 'MC-’AM To-Tf LIT ME e The w^YTCR Etl ItoH i'tYsO RCAD THf, f MY^OSH'EO'THIS watpr (3. . JFuLLOF I5U3EA.5t ! PlXJN'T foO t RffAD ABOUT Thc ^eu/ecs. '‘rM'TINO IA4 Hf RP 1 *? Vou BH'Ti'K ■ MAKS A WPAERUATlOW l AJ JOMf L-H05PITA l Sr^ RKiHT H. AtUAY . I I I LL Waeta hand You a ticket 1 \ fOB NOT uie apin' enough / \ clothes accordin' Tb 7m Law/ i*i4 n f lot " V -D J PS —* OOThVof'(YoU - Joy killers! TH AT S ‘UJHAT »l J-SAin JOY KILLER S '' Kcamn Kimuih. Gfl Foot*. 'VME ^ * >' "TWO HUN0R\Et> \>ou>RS \ AHt> THEV SAV TWO HUNt>REO ANt> P\PTV-« ujho wants, to eeiow^ uWTH PEOPLE UKE that ?? - -r i *, r -ja i-j. _ have been about right ” Mrs. Rewer aald: ‘ I think I would have done that. But I’m glad you did just as you did —that you didn’t mark her tip—that you downed her and finished it in a clean sort of way.” Mrs. Bogert summed upt "Kverv woman should have one tight. It gives her an understanding of some things. Mine was postponed for a lung time. 1 had a run-in three years —no, it was four years ago. “Mother!” Hogert threw out his hands. "I’ll bet that wag a hum dinger? And you never—” A young Swedish woman tried to put something over on me at a steam bout landing. There was a si* k bo> and I was watching out for him in i crowd. Well, the Swede undertook 10 shove me out Of her way and 1 en\e her—maybe it was somethin* like yours, Jo KHen. A quick one 11 took* all the push out of her. any way. i'll never forget the fishy look »l her eve* :>s »he sprawled there, blearing up at me. Of course, J was trembling a little for an hour after asrd '' "I'd have given fifty dollars to see Ibatl" cried Bogert. "I sure would And you never told us. There would have hern something to put in a let ter:'1 X. liogert's levities never quite eon sealed the fart of a profound disturb mi e. The warlet streak In Jo Ellen's neek galled lilm for many days. 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