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r A HARLEM TRAGEDY BY O. HENRY
Illustrated Especially for The Day Book by the Famous
American Artist, Dan Sayre Groesheck.
(Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.)
Mrs. Fink has dropped into Mrs.
Cassidy's flat one flight below.
"Ain't it a beaut?" said Mrs. Cas
sidy. She turned her face proudly for her
friend Mrs. Pink to see. One eye was
nearly closed, with a great, greenish
purple bruise around it. Her lip was
cut and bleeding a little and there
were red finger marks on each side of
"My husband wouldn't even think
of doing that to me," said Mrs. Fink,
concealing her envy.
"I wouldn't have a- man," declared
Mrs. Cassidy, "that didn't beat me up
at-least once a week. Shows he
thinks something of you. Say! but
that last dose Jack gave me wasn't
no homeopathic one. I can see stars
ye.t. But he'll be the sweetest man
in town for the rest of the week to
make up for it. This eye is good for
theater tickets and a silk shirtwaist
at the very least."
"I should hope," said Mrs. Fink, as
suming complacency, "that Mr. Fink
is too much of a gentleman ever to
raise his hand against me."
"Oh, go on, Maggie!" said Mrs.
Cassidy, laughing and applying witch
hazel, "you're only jealous. Your old
man is too frapped to ever give you
a punch. He just sits down and
practices physical culture with a
newspaper when he comes home
now ain't that the truth?"
"Mr. Fink certainly peruses of the
papers when he comes home," ac
knowledged Mrs. Fink, with a toss of
her head; "but he certainly don't
ever make no Steve O'Donnell out of
me just to amuse himself that a
Mrs. Cassidy laughed the content
ed laugh of the guarded and happy
matron. With the air of Cornelia ex
hibiting her jewels, she drew down
the collar of her kimono and revealed
another treasured bruise, maroon
colored, edged with olive and orange
a bruise now nearly well, but still
to memory dear.
Mrs. Fink capitulated. The formal
light in her eye softened to envious
admiration. She and Mrs. Cassidy
had been chums in the downtown
paper-box factory before they had
married, one year before. Now she
and her man occupied the flat above
Mame and her man. Therefore she
could not put on airs with Mame.
"Don't it hurt when he soaks
you?" asked Mrs. Fink, curiously.
"Hurt!" Mrs. Cassidy gave a so
prano scream of delight. Well, say
did you ever have a brick house fall
on you? well, that's just the way it
feels just like when they're digging
you out of the ruins. Jack's got a
left that spells two matinees and a
pair of Oxfords and his right!
well, it takes a trip to Coney and six
pairs of openwork, silk lisle-threads
to make that good."
"But what does he beat you for?"
inquired Mrs. Fink, with wide-open
"Silly!" said Mrs. Cassidy, indul
gently. "Why, because he's full. It's
generally on Saturday nights."
"But what cause do you give
him?" persisted the seeker after
"Why, didn't I marry him? Jack
comes in tanked up; and I'm here,
ain't I? Who else has he got a right
to beat?. I'd just like to catch him
once beating anybody else! Some
times it's because supper ain't ready;
and sometimes it's because it is. Jack