Her tears flooded her round worn face.
"I can't finish it to-night," she sobbed, "not now anyway. I'm too tired.
I can't finish it to-night. And the soap has floated away. The soap is
gone."
* * * * *
Mrs. Rodjezke was taken up by the policeman with the two Rodjezke
children, who had, of course, returned in due time. They cried and cried
and the group went to the police station.
"I don't know what's wrong with the poor woman," said the beach policeman
to the Hyde Park police sergeant. "But she was moving up and down like she
was trying to scrub the beach."
"I guess," said the sergeant, "we'll have to turn her over to the
psychopathic hospital."
There's a lot more to the story, but it has nothing to do with Mrs.
Rodjezke's last job.
QUEEN BESS' FEAST
Elizabeth Winslow, who was a short, fat woman with an amazing gift of
profanity and "known to the police" as "Queen Bess," is dead. According to
the coroner's report Queen Bess died suddenly in a Wabash Avenue rooming
house at the age of seventy.
Twenty-five years ago Queen Bess rented rooms and sold drinks according to
the easy-going ideas of that day. But there was something untouched by the
sordidness of her calling about this ample Rabelaisian woman.
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