The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1886-07-28
OFFICER TuITEs HORSE.


"A pohceman's life is not ALWAYS the
soft snap it appears to be on its face. >,
said Officer Jim Tuite of the 27th pre-
cinet 70 a New York Sun reporter.
There Is almost always some little
thing cropping mp to spoil a fellows
calculations when he makes up his
mind to have good time during his
OF hours. Now, not long ago. | was on
duty on Church street. and about s
O'Clock in the morning / noticed wan
dering aimlessly along the dilapidated
remnants of what had once been. prob
ably. fair specimen of a horse. As it
is generally pretty quiet around that
neighborhood early in the morning
until the ferryboats begin to pour in
their quota of busy lifeSI concluded to
lead the old frame to the station house
Ii was nearly time for nav relief. and as
/ had made up my mind to have nice
little time, accompanied by INV wife.
that day. was glad of anything to help
XIII time. brought the animal TO the
station. and then went out TO be re-
lieved- On being released from duty |
hurried back TO change my clothes be-
fore going home. when Capt. Berghold.
who had been sizing up my friend. said:
: Officer Tuite. you had better take
that old nag up to the pound at 92d
street; we have no room for him.
Here was a pretty how-dye-do. The
idea of leading that disreputable old
beast six miles through the city was
fairly appalling. There was an eccen-
trlclty about his wind and moisture
about his nostrils that was very repul-
sive to the sensitive organs of 9th
precinct cop, and the prospects of such
companion for several hours disgust
ed me. But it had to be done. and the
sooner the journey was completed the
better. went a couple of blocks with
my charger, and then hired bum to
lead him to the pound. took the ele-
waited railroad up myself and reached
there in good season, but had to hang
round about four or five hours waiting
for the rest of the parade At last.
little after noon, sighted the pair COM
ing leisurely up the avenue | was pos
sibly a little irritated. and may have
made some hasty remark regarding the
speed they exhibited ON the Journey; be
that as it may, had no sooner paid my
assistant than he eloped with swift
ness that proved he had been husband
ing his strength all the way up.
The horse looked nretty we'll used
up, and gave ME more than one re-
proachful glance as | led him to the
gate of the pound. In response to my
summons the keeper came out, and,
after casting critical look over my
four-footed companion. said
See here, young feller, you'd better
take that old wreck back to where YOU
got him from. He's got the CHAMBERS.
and | can't take him in.
What do you think my feelings were
when | heard that? | took about fif-
teen minutes for vigorous refreshment,
during which there were many uncom-
plimentary reflections on horses, gland
ers, buns. and pound-keepers. What
was | 10 do? The horse looked as if he
would never weather the difficulties of
a return trip. dared not shoot him
for fear some crank would claim him,
place an extravagant value on him, and
sue me for it. A happy thought struck
me. | would leave him at the Eighty
fourth street station house and skip. IL
tried it, but the sergeant in charge
wouldn't have it. He told me he
guessed I'd have to take him back to
Liberty street
Great Scott. wasn't mad?
FINALLY the sergeant, who seemed to
sympathize with me, suggested that |
telephone down to the office of the s. 2.
G. A., at 23d street, explaining the pre-
dicament | was in, and they might send
up an officer of the society to shoot my
tormentor | acted on the suggestion.
and late in the afternoon the armed
official arrived and took weight off my
mind by adding some to the body of my
disgusting charge. arrived home that
evening in time,to go on duty again"