New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-02
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Constable John Frick. That's me.
A matter rough to look at, but sound
inside.
Lots OF folks affect to sneer at a
constable; look down on him in a
way, as if he was naturally mean and
no account.
But Constable John Prick, has a
soul in him, and heart as soft as a
woman's. Indeed, he has been called
chicken hearted on account hewouldn' t
kick a stray dog, nor tramp on sick
kitten.
But this is neither here nor there.
Constable John Frick is going to tell
some of his own experience Oh duty.
1 mind the day well when received
the paper to warn certain family
that they must 'sget out" that is
leave the house of Landlord Craigly,
because it was an awful stinging cold
day in March, when the wind seemed
to be tearing, things to flinders round
the corners of the old frame buildings;
and whistled and howled in a way to
make a base burner head boss of the
ranch.
Rooms 6 and z in great rambling
barn Of place, one of a dingy block
down by the. river; grimy looking
brick building that had once been a
warehouse. Now the long narrow
wilderness of storerooms were cut into
little cubby holes to live in at both
ends with just one window for light and
dark passageways to pass in and out.
remember | thought they were mis-
cradle places for Gods creatures to
live in, and awful weather to put a
family out onto the sidewalk in.
| may as well own up that Consta-
BILE John Frick had mo heart" for this
part of the business. OF course the
landlord had right to his rent.
That's evident. If the tenants didn'
pay they must go out.
{. All the same Constable John Prick
felt mean and uncomfortable. .sia
10 save his neck he couldn't account
for it, but it seemed as if something
would keep on suggesting: "Suppose
there is a delicate woman and lot OF
little children?" ~
For answer, the soul Of Constable
John Frick kept on responding: 'Put-
ting 'em out into the cold roadway
such stinging weather will transferable
business, make the best of it, and his
heart clicked" strong against it.
But this was borrowing trouble.
And it wasn't "business. ,.'3
It might be that the man-Carl Sew
holm was his name on the writ-would
go out peaceful. I know I prayed
strong it might be so, though it would
be fees out OF Constable John Tricks
pocket if he did. 81 ga a@s a
Room6 in the rear on the ground.
floor | had to reach it through a.
saloon. Curious low saloons seen to
be eyerlastingly mixed up with poor
families who have to be put out into
the street.
Who kept the saloon Inever knew.
There was "a greasy-faced, fat @bellied
bulk of a man, in brown knit wooden
jacket, behind the bar, and, a slim
young fellow crouched against thewall
to one side, booty, stupid from the
effects OF liquor or beer.
/ 1t pretty nigh made me sick to look
at this young chap; hewas so frowsy
and rulnpled and filthy, as if be had
been rolled in dust heap and then
raked through the gutter.
Mr.. Sevholm. AS looked at him
involuntarily said to myself: Good
help your wife and children!"
The greasy-faced man ierked his
thumb over his shoulder to Indicate
room 6, and raped for admittance.
Never was SO surprised In my life.
Expected to find a slatternly, frowsy
woman to match the sodden husband,
and q mess of dirty, squaling brats,
tumbling about the floor in confusion.
Nothing OF the kind. Ii you'll be-
lieve, | found a slimbuilt, pale-faced
little woman, sitting in low rocking
chair with a wee baby on her lap, try
ing to coo it out of the fretful pain it
was in.
One day-and not very far away
either-she had been as pretty as a
picture" But thiswas past. Trouble
OF mind had got in it's awful wearing
work, making her delicate face thin and
pinched and death-like, and the big
eyes unnaturally bright.
There was q pretty fair show of
tidyish furniture, only it looked as if
discouragement had fallen like a mil
dew on it and the mistress had lost all
heart IN trying to keep it trim and
@
I could see that as plain as big
signboard. Trouble has it's own stamp,
and if you've seen it once, you. know
it again the minute you set your eyes
on it.
I swear, I felt bad looking at the
encouragement, the troubled look on
the woman's face, and the wee sick
baby on her lap-remembering the
sodden brute of husband outside. [
made my voice tremble when Invent