. Small boys in big boots : a story for children of all ages . thinks, and in an instant his practisedhands have fished out the cigarette-stump from his pocket, andlighted it. Mr. Gardner has by this time tired of his promenade, and isseated in a kind of despairing trance. Footlights walks straight upto him and puffs the smoke full and square in his face, three times. What did you do that for ? cries the man, rousing himself. What did I do that for? repeats young Mr. Higgins. Ipuffed that ere cigarette-smoke in yer face, cause yer cant lickme for it here as yer did the other night in yer sons
. Small boys in big boots : a story for children of all ages . thinks, and in an instant his practisedhands have fished out the cigarette-stump from his pocket, andlighted it. Mr. Gardner has by this time tired of his promenade, and isseated in a kind of despairing trance. Footlights walks straight upto him and puffs the smoke full and square in his face, three times. What did you do that for ? cries the man, rousing himself. What did I do that for? repeats young Mr. Higgins. Ipuffed that ere cigarette-smoke in yer face, cause yer cant lickme for it here as yer did the other night in yer sons bedroom inPeekskill. But in this he is mistaken. The words have hardly left hismouth when, with a yell of rage, the man is upon him. Youmiserable spy ! is hissed in his ear, and he is picked up and dashedagainst the side of the cell again and again. He struggles desper-ately, but not silently, for he knows murder will scarcely appeasethis mans rage, and so screams with all his lungs for help. Thissoon comes to him ; the door is thrown open, and two or three. SMOKING SOFTY OUT. -n;:PUB AS ,R L YOUNG HIGGINS BECOMES A SENTIMENTALIST. 2oi stalwart policemen enter and tear the man-brute from the boy-victim. Take me out of this cell, or hell murder me, pants Foot-lights, with torn clothes and bruised limbs, but with contented joyin his eyes. What have you done to him to make him act like a maniac ?asks one of the officers. I only smoked a cigarette in his face, laughs young Mr. Hig-gins ; but at this remark such a fearful look comes into Softysface that the policemen pull the boy into the passage and relockthe door on Mr. Gardner, who is pacing up and down the cell likea caged tiger. This disturbance being reported to the captain, he has Footlightsbrought to him, and says : Whats the matter between your paland you ? Theres something I dont understand. Youd bettermake a clean breast of it. I will, to-morrow, after Ive seen my lawyer, answers the boy,and he asks leave to telegraph Cap
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