Part 3 (1/2)
One oodness knows, to do the job in hand, for there were only six or seven pieces of furniture They got in each other's way a good deal and spat tobacco juice, while poor helpless, inefficient Bill Slade stood by watching thehbors watched theratulated themselves that their own rents were paid, while others wondered ould becoreeted Tom as he came down Barrel Alley from school
”Wot are they doin'?” he asked
”Can't you see wot they're a-doin'?” roared his father ”'Tain't them that's doin' it neither, it's _you--you done it!!_ It's _you_ took the roof froly, he poured forth a torrent of abuse at his wretched son
”The two o' yez done it! You wid yer rocks and hiet the both o' yez yet! Ye sneakin' rat!”
He would have struck Toure in shoddy black, had not crossed the street and forced her way between them
”'Twas _you_ done it, Bill Slade, and not him, and don't you lay yer hand on him--mind that! 'Twas you an' your whiskey bottle done it, you lazy loafer, an' the street is well rid o' you Don't you raise your hand agin me, Bill Slade--I'm not afraid o' the likes o' you I tell you 'twas _you_ sent the poor boy's rave--you and your whiskey bottle!”
”I--I--ain't scared uv hiht here now and don't be foolish, and o over an' have a cup o' coffee”
Just then one of thein one arm the portrait of the late Mrs Slade and in the other hand Bill Slade's battered but trusty beer can The portrait he laid face up on the table and set the can on it
Perhaps it is expecting too much to assume that a city s, but it was an unfortunate moment to make such aremained on the face of the portrait
”D'yer see wot yer done?” shrieked To at thehihim by the neck, and the rip of a
It was in vain that poor Mrs O'Connor atte hold of the infuriated boy and calling,
”Oh, Tommy, for the dear Lord's sake, stop and listen to me!”
Tom did not even hear
The , went down into theof his face could be heard across the way
While the other er contingent ca his club leisurely and seemed quite master of the situation
”He kilt him, he kilt hily hair ed clothing bespattered, stood hoisting up his suspender, safe in the custody of the other twodevil around to the station,” said one of the men, ”for assault and battery and interferin' with an officer of the law in the perfor, Toain, eh?”
”Can't yer leave hio just this time?” pleaded Mrs O'Connor ”He ain't himself at all--yer kin see it”
”Take hi victim, ”for interferin' with an officer of the law in the performance of dooty”
”Where's his folks?” the policeman asked, not unkindly