. Inglenook, The (1911) . ri<one of the boldest of the women. arher glad rags! What do you come hefor, flaunting your duds in our facethat cant have as good? We are Igood looking as any of you, and juas good too. You dont want that feater. give it to me. yelled the womanFlorences ear, as she gave a vicioiyank to the lovely, plume the girl wwearing, tearing the hat from her he?and bringing Florences beautiful hahalfway down upon her shoulders. And it wouldnt be no harm if ;didnt look so pert. yelled anotherthe party, as she threw a handfulmud over Florences lavender broacloth. Fll tear it fr
. Inglenook, The (1911) . ri<one of the boldest of the women. arher glad rags! What do you come hefor, flaunting your duds in our facethat cant have as good? We are Igood looking as any of you, and juas good too. You dont want that feater. give it to me. yelled the womanFlorences ear, as she gave a vicioiyank to the lovely, plume the girl wwearing, tearing the hat from her he?and bringing Florences beautiful hahalfway down upon her shoulders. And it wouldnt be no harm if ;didnt look so pert. yelled anotherthe party, as she threw a handfulmud over Florences lavender broacloth. Fll tear it from you. you minx!and she tugged at Florences skirt. Inone too good for me. Florence, ithough really frightened, was also agry and she turned on her tormentoi How dare you lay your hands on meshe cried. Give me that hat instarlv. and she made a motion to take it Just at that moment a policeman carhurrying around the corner. The sm:boys who formed a good sized audienby this time, yelled. A fight! a fight i The Inglenook 825. She thought the matter over. id the crowd rapidly increased to seele fun. Youse come wid me; my fine ladies,Dnt try none of yer funny anticsround my beat, said Officer Corbett,; he laid a hand on each womansloulder and started them along by hisde, fightin and carousin as ye are, ;CjJe both ought to be ashamed of yer- 1 +lves. Poor Florence was terror gown soiled, her hair dishevelled,long scratch across her cheek made bydirty hand, she was scarcely recog-izable as the immaculate and smartlylad Miss Briscoe. But, sir, she cried, its a mis-ake. I belong— You belong inail, thats where the two of ye belong,nd thats where yell soon be, said theairly officer of the peace. Tell yertorv to the judge in the began to cry. Its drunk ye , ye have a cryin jag, and Corbettlurried them along to the station. C3j The station house was quite near by, ?$ .nd soon Florence and her companionound themselves in a large room witheveral disreputabl
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