The morning news., 1888-11-26

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scamps'-between whom and the sergeant,
by the way, there is the warmest frien dship
the sergeanGs solid work begins. A
frowzy head, belonging to a middle aged
woman, leans in his direction and the
owner asks:
"Have ye got imN
Have we got whoW
"Mikew
mike whoN
mike Sullivan, sir, of twinty-sivin Null
berry street."
What about himg"
"Wen, ye see, he were bit tight night
before last an he threw the lamp at me- AN
Lodged, an think that hurt his feeins',
bekase he didn't hit me.n
"And because he didn't hit you he left
you, | suppose" mutters the sergeant as
he refers to his big book. And taen he
reads:
Michael Sullivan-drunk and disorderly
Judge Duffy-thirty days"
"An' is it thirty days he gotg" asks the
anxious wife.
"Yes." .'....' '...''
"Well, thank the Lord he'll be sober when
he comes back" is the satisfied remark as
Mrs. Sullivan moves away.
Fortunately this scene or something like
it is often repeated, for very large number
of the 10000 persons reported missiug every
day are those who get drunk and are sent
to the island and are reported by their
friends who do not know what has become
of them.
But the sergeant's work goes right busily
on.
Mrs. Sullivan had scarcely gone when a
pale-faced woman stands before him. She
is nervous but terse. She says:
"Sir; am Mrs. NV husband
has been missing for two days. He was
not we'll, and fear some harm has come to
him."
"His description, madam"
The pale-faced woman hesitates for
a moment, shudders slightly and an
swers:
"He wore a dark Prince Albert coat,
with light overcoet, dark trousers and
a Derby hat. He was about 40 years old,
was tall and broad shOu,dered. His com
plexion was light and be had a NOUS
tache."
Madame" says the sergeant gravely,
looking at the women keenly the while,
"a man answering that description was
found dead last night in - hotel, with
a bullet in his brain. His body is at the
morgue."
The woman shudders. The sergeant
thinks she is about TO faint. But she
rellies and leave the room without word.
The sergeant looks after her with some in
terest.
There's something wrong here" he says
to himself, and then again he settles down
to his books.
my baby. OH my baby" is the next
cry that rings in the sergeant's ear, and it
is young and pretty woman who utters
it. To most men it might be startling,
but as the sergeant has some 1900 lost
baties to look after every year he doesn't
startle
Where is he? Oh where is he9' demands
the young woman.
The sergeant is an expert in these matters.
and in a moment the young woman is inter
viewing Matron Webb. the Fairy God
mother of all lost babies in New York, who
always has large and interesting family
of these small unfortunates under her
care at police headquarters. In this case
the interview results well, for few min
utes after the sergeant had referred the
handsome young mother TO Matron Webb,
sheis back with pretty baby boy in her
arms, and she insists that the sergeant shall
kiss the boy.
And the sergeant, who has any number of
tow heads at home, kisses the boy very teD-
derly, indeed, and although he hos been
twenty years on the force there is suspic-
ious moisture in his eyes as the blue-eyed
boy is carried away.