Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1892-05-18
AN AN oyeezeAlous POLICEMAN.
He Rang the DoOrbeii Because He Saw
 a second Story Window Open.

m. fan,- the Doorbeil Because He Saw
 q second Story Window Open.
 If is not often that policeman can be charged with devoting him. self too assiduously to his business. Just how policeman puts in his time is one of the mysteries that have thus far proved impenetrahle. It is known that he walks up and down the streets that compose bis beat in a leisurely manner; that on cold day he occasionally swings his arms in order to stir up the sluggish circulation of his blood that he accounts himself highly ia Fored among men if there is with in his bailiwick peanut stand from which he can filch a toothsome morsel or two each time he passes it that at night he is fond of fumbling doorknobs, in the belief that he if thus preventing high crimes and mis demeanors by burglars and men of that kidney; and that every now and then he brings his club down on the sidewalk with a resoundine thwack, which strikes terror to the soul of every cat in the neighbor- hood, but the occasion of which is dimly known, if at all, to the aver age citizen
 But overattention to duty-who ever saw & policeman that could be charged with thisG Of course police men sometimes use their clubs with too much freedom, but such conduct reprehensible as it is, hardly comes within the scope of the present in- quiry.
 A Brooklyn woman, however, has made the discovery. She has found one of the blue coated guardians of the peace with zeal far beyond the ordinary. Her home is on well known residence street, and 1t is her invariable habit to keep a window open in her sleeping room during the night. The room IS on the second story and at the front of the house.
 It was about midnight one stormy night when-her husband having not yet returned from the club-she was aroused by prolonged ring of the doorbell- Throwing a shawl about her, she hastened to the open win dow to find out what was wanted. In the fiickering light of the street lamp she was able to make out the form of a policeman on the stoop.
 What is itl" she asked.
 Excuse me, mum. said the police man, but did you know that the win dow there was wide open, mumf"
 Certainly" was the answer; 'I always leave a window open at night"
 ''Oh, is that it, mum3" returned the policeman. 'I thought that you didn't know it, and that the storm might beat in and do a lot of dam age, mum. l hope you'll excuse me for troubling you, mum"
 Then he slowly and heavily de- scended the steps and trudged on his way.
 The lady, having been reused from her first sound sleep, went back to bed in no good huinor. She didn't obtain the policeman's number, and on second thoughts the next morn ing she wouldn't have reported him if she had obtained it. On the other hand, she would have been more in clined to write letter of commenda- ton to the police commissioner.
 But to think, she exclaimed af- ter narTating the episode at the break fast table, ''the wind was in the north, and the rain couldn't possibly have got in at window opening to the south. After all, I'm not sure whether my opinion of the police of this city is raised or lowered by my midnight New York Tribune.