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By ALEXANDER BLACK. Copvr,tht. m<.
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(('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!
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New York
• -Day by Day—
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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
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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. Even
when it had disappeared, there was
in echo of the hurt In his way of I
wat.hing her The Incident, though it
might have happened In any door
yard the had wen her more threaten
ingly scathed in at leant on# game of
hall), stood forth for him *e repre
senting the hazards of the outer
world.
(To Be Continue*! Monday. 1_
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