New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-14
HOW MUCH DOES DUTY REQUIRE,

Sherds, constablcs and other pedce-oiiiccrs
throu ghout the country must be greatly Interested
| in an adventure Of one of their number over IN
New-Jersey the other day, short account Oh
which The Tribune has already printed. Con-
stable Hulick, Of Asbury Park, was the hero
or perhaps we should rather say, the victim 1t
seems that Mr. Hulick was looking for man
named Ncares, who was wanted for some more or
less unpleasant and unnecessary crime-asSault
with intent to KILL we believe it was-and had
traced him to his fathers house. Entering, the
officer began looking around under the furniture
and in the closets, when suddenly he saw the
object of his search drop out of back window
and START off at rate which led the officer to
believe that he was in a hurry. The constable
turned and shot down stairs three steps at time
and started across the hall for the front door. AT
that moment the sister of the escaping man, who
is described in account being handsome
and blaclz-eyed," came out of the parlor and
without waiting for introduction or anything
of that kind, threw her arms around the officers
neck and implored him to stay. She hurriedly
explained that her name was Juliet and that she
had always had private admiration for the
house of Hulick. Then she added something about
rose by any other name and told him that he
was, as she might say, barking up the wrong tree,
nobody but the collector for the gas company on
his monthly visit. He always went on the run,
she said. She was sure she didn't know why, but
She simply stated the fact. She supposed that he
was the most hurried gas collector in the profess
sion, and thought the company ought to give
HIM 40 assistant before the poor man ran himself
into decline. Hufck might not believe it, but
1t was fact that the poor man had to collect the
gas bills for the whole State OF New-Jersey and
no wonder he had to run, especially as the com
pany was going to make him do little outside
work in Delaware this month.
But what was Constable Hulick doing all this
time? Did he surrender? Not he; he kept his
eye on the fleeing criminal and struggled to get
away, and just the man disappeared in the
woods he made final effort and broke loose,
knocked over the hat-rack and rushed out the
front door, while the poor, timid, back-eyed
maiden, who had given her heart so unreservedly,
sat down on the floor, and through her tears de-
clared that men were deceivers ever
Now the question which is naturally agitating
the other officers in the country is this: Was it
Hulicks duty thus to tear himself away? Did
duty require that he should rudely break from the
embraces of a handsome young lady, especially
when she had black eyes, and go chasing through
The woods after an obnoxious and superhuous Grim.
inal? Of course, he was sworn to do his duty,
but is there no limit to duty? Could he not have
mentally resigned his office and stood right there
by the hat-rack with the young lady all the after
noon? Or, at the very least could he not have
conScientiously fingered ten minutes long enough
to compliment the handsome blacl1eyed creature
on the dmples in her cheeks and set time to
call again? These are questions which naturally
come to every officer who reads of his NewJersey
bpo thnrs adj y
that he could not do any of these things and that
his duty demanded that he get out and begin
shooting at the man quickly possible. The
Tribune rather leans to this view also, but it
looks on him as hero and thinks he should have
a medal of some sort. The road of the consci-
entious New-Jersey officer of the Law seems to be
a very hard one to travel Any one who has
ever seen blackeyed Jersey girl will agree with
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