The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1892-10-08
A WOMAN'S WIT.
How 1t Got Flirtatious Policeman Out
of Fix.

How 1t Got Flirtatious Policeman Out
of n Fix.
Call him OHoolihan. He was one OF
the biggest, proudest and lest-looking
policemen on the Cottage Grove avenue
squad.
Belated men like to meet him at
night, for there was solidity about him
which inspired confidence and security.
Servant girls admired him for his
splendid physique and faultless uni
form, and the wonderful way he twirled
his club as he swelled down the avenue
on bright, warm afternoons.
OHoolihan is single man. He
could have been married a dozen
times year if he had. been so inclined,
but he much preferred a single life
with all its pleasures. He counted his
girls by the score. From top window
to basement he answered with his pol
ished club smiles of Kitty and Bridget.
One day, however, O'Hoolihan did
not appear on his beat. A cruel order
had transferred him to the Stanton ave.
nue. station. But, like a good officer,
he made no complaint.
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O'Hoolihan at last grew uneasy. He
longed for the smiles and pretty hand.
kerchief flirtations of the girls on the
avenues.
One moonlight evening not long ago
he met two of his old flames who had
strolled away from home. He took
each by the arm and marched proudly
fhrp1Inh tho rx,,so& L I.
risk of his job, he volunteered to es.
cort the pretty, giggling girls to their
homes, one long mile away.
The time passed swiftly. O'Hooliban
did not see a tall, dark figure approach.
ing from behind. He had too many
witty things to say and such a bie
reservoir of laughter to drain that he
could not be expected to withdraw his
attention from his charges.
The dark figure was that of the patro:
sergeant, who, with no romance in his
heart, was tracking O'Hoolihan with nc
friendly purpose.
1t was almost time for O'Hoolihan to
report by the patrol-box system to his
station. But the happy officer didn't
mind that. He could run all the way
back before there would be any inquiry
as to his whereabouts
One of the girls was i'll at ease, how.
ever She had seen the patrol sci geant
and instantly OWNED that the unsus.
pecting O'Hoolihan was in peril. But
she said nothing until they had reached
the kitchen of their house and the doors
had been securely bolted.
Then she made the startling an.
nouncement. O'Hoolihan was plainly
in distress He looked at his watch. II
lacked but ten minutes of time when
he was due at the patrol box.
"Take off your club and belt, Jerry -
said the elder of the girls. The office,
obeyed.
"And your helmet, too, jerry" she
continued. This was done.
"Now put this on" A long wrapper
was thrown over his shoulder and
fastened at the waist with a belt such
as women wear.
"And this, too" A faded bonnet
with yellow feathers and soiled strings
was tied on OHoolihan's head.
The three then peered out of the win.
dow. The sergeant stood close to the
fence, tapping his foot with the night
stick. Even in the moonlight the face
OF the officer showed expectant triumph
and joy.
The elder of the two girls placed
OHoolihan's helmet beneath her cloak.
The other fastened his belt and club
about herself and drew the folds of a
loose sack SO closely about them that
they could not be seen. Then the three
emerged from the door and entered the
street.
Half an hour later he was twirling
his club with an extra flourish or two.
when he was met by the flushed and
putting sergeant. O'Hoolihan made a
graceful salute and stalked on, the
moonlight streaming down upon him in
o peaceful and seraphic way. Chicago
Herald.