Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-07-12
POLICEMEN PAY COMPLIMENTS
They Had Dents In Their Clubs and
They Were Proud Of Them.

From the New York Tribune.
Perhaps it was not right to play the caves
dropper. 1t certainly was not right for two
policemen to seat themselves on mans front
steps at night and talk when they should have
been tramping along their beats, keeping the
public peace or awning offenders with their i'm
posing presence. At any rate, this Is some
thing like the conversation that f1oated through
the open window on that summer night:
AN did ye mond that night dropped the
young Teller down on tn avenew? That WAS one
Of the foinest blows Moike Kerrigan liver
struck. He wint down loike bull if John Sui
livan had shrugged him. An it was such a prity
blow was it not, moi man? niver hurted him.
1t was a sloight tap only, but he dropped. All
that was the proud night for Moike Kerrigan ~
AN did ye moind," interrupted deeper
voice, ''th' tonne l cought tn duffer what
backed me doown? He had three fellows wild
him, did he that An l says to moiself, saws,
Tim, if liver that insooltin' divil comes into
your hans, then, Tim, he would be Just afther
sayin' he was lucky to escape wild his loife,
when he comes to his sinsis'. An whin Oh see
him comm down the sthreet one noight Oh
kept me oye on him. Thin Oh clapped me ham
down on his shoulder an OF says: Young man
phwat is the mather wild YEP He turned loike
a sthreak on me an Oh said: 'Ye would resist
an ofhcsrr. would We, ye young murtherin'
divil We? Oh fetched him a clip against his
ear until Oh could see tn stharrs what dances
before his oiyes. Then Oh give him another
toine wan. a soft an coaxin' wan loike Oh have
| learnt wild jewdiciOus phractice. He whit to
Shape at onct, he did"
1T was for bein a toine sight Tim"
THAT it was an when he come to his sinsis
he says wild ghroan that was balm to me
] heart: 'Phwat struck me?'
at was Oh, ye insooltin scoundrel' saws Oh
! 'Doant you know any bitter than to insoolt da-
! cent ladies IN the sthreetY An whenOi sphoke to
ye gintiy. Young man, ye was for foightin'
loike woild cat. A sorry day 1t will be for We
! when make me Charge"
| "'Oi hev no reccolecshun of that saws he.
dazed.
- Faith says Oh, AN that is loie as old a.
| Orchards spirit of indipindince'"
''Oi must have been dhrunk,' says he"
| Indade an We must, says Oh. An thin Oh
let the divil go, for me hearrt was filed wild
| JOY"
at WAS a good noight's wurruk, Tim"
THAT dint IN me sthick has no equal COM
paired wild dem all Did you liver see the loiks
of that dint? Oh have several which mhake a
man proud, but this is supairiyure to inny thing
| Oh hev."
at is great souvenir, Tim. OF think Oh
like it bhetther than me Dawn swate wan
! which Oh thook whin Oh smashed tn head of
| that ghoat wild tn walkin' sthick who was for
| sthrickin' an officer whin OF punched his ribs.
He was 4 9Th avenue jude was he, an when Oh
| phoked him gintiy and affectionate ioike he
was md in his face loike blushin' paycock.
| But it would hev mhade yure soul aisy for yure
/ loife, Tim If you could hev seen that Jude
dhrop. Oh was just for KILN him, me bluhd
| was boilin, and whin Oh was just from comm
| from maxim me rephorth, Oh seen tn dint in
me fav'rite sthick, an Oh could lape for jhoy v
1T was a noble july, Moike--" and the
voices died away as the brave policemen saun.
/ tered on to hunt a more comfortable step