Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1894-02-01

laugh again. Once more 1 could
felt heavy hand on my shoulder and
looked up at a lail, long-haired man,
who came out of the shadow of some
front steps
''Dake dot ting away, you pauber,"
he said. ''If you don't got no can off
your own doan be stickin' it in ut:der
boobies Dake it away, or hollcrs for
der bolice like vas grazy!"
l took it and once more moved weari.
ly on. Around the corner in Waverly
place l went close to the edge of the
sidewalk, dropped the umbrella in the
gutter and walked away quickly.
''Pick it up" said policeman, starting
out of a passage doorway. "Picls it up
and move on wild We. Do you t'ink
Tom Br-r-ennan has nothing at all to
do but cart away such trash as you do
be leavin'?" So 1 took it along with
me.
I walked on and turned down Grove
street. / made up my mind that there
was one more chance. If that failed
nothing remained-I would keep the
umbrella and carry it. Grove street
seemed lonely and deserted, but 1
knew it wasn't / was not the inexpe-
rienced thing that l had been earlier
in the evening. turned down Hudson
street and then went through Barrow
toward the river. AT Washington
there was a pile of bricks. / stopped
in the shadow, unjid the cord which
held the ribs of my umbrella and
dropped two bricks INTO the bullying
cavern. it would have held more. l
picked up piece of paper and did up
the umbrella in it, making fairly
neat, oblong package. Then l hurried
along TO West street. 1t was ablaze
with lights, and 'longshoremen and
sailors and landsmen and landswomea
We're crowding along its single terres-
trial side. But needed them not, and
crossed and stole along close to the
piers and ferry slips l soon came to a
pier which seemed to suit my dark pur-
pose. l crept out on it. There was 4
pile of lumber at the outer end, but no
living thing in sight The moon looked
hazy, and Liberty's light shone far
away with uncertain luster. The cool
breeze from the river touched my glow
ing face, but there was no tim, to
stop to enjoy it. l tiptoed to the string
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went down into the black with dull
splash
Halt" cried man. coming from be-
hind the lum Der. l saw he was n watch-
man and stood helpless. He whistled
shrilly and an officer and a dozen men
came running down the pier.
ARREST this man. Mahoney," said
the Waterman. He throwed a baby
into the river-I heard it cry"
II was a-watching of the fellow sneak
ing along. meself," said the officer. as
he took hold of my arm as if he were
Admiral Farragut in the rigging of the
Hartford and l was the rigging. lie
started away with me. and soon crowd
of ifty people was at our heels.
DO you need to walk quite so fast?"
1 asked
Dom you. it's fer yer own good"
said Mahoney. DO youse want to be
lynched?'
He marched me into the Charles
street police station.
whats the charge, oficer?" asked
the man at the desk.
''Murther, sergeant" answered Ma
honey. He 'trowed che'ild into the
Mort river"
''See here, sergeant" said, this is
absurd. threw an umbrella into the
river-that was all"
We'll have to hold you. Explain to
the judge in the morning." He picked
up pen and began writing. "Infan-
ticide--name-age?"
"Wheres Officer Dooney? He knowa
me?"
Call Dooney." said the sergeant.
Officer Dooney came in from the next
room and looked at me with astonish-
ment as he heard the charge.
There must be mistake" he said.
Il know him TO be of good cha rack
ter. 1 talked wild him hour ago son
me beat. His actions We're regular"
''Where's the Waterman that heard
the child cry?" asked the sergeant.
AS he spoke this individual burst in
at the door, dripping with water and
carrying my package in his hands.
II dove fer it!'' shouted this efficient
guardian, in a wet, salty voice. Il
dove fer it. sergeant! 1t amt no baby
its worse nor that-it's a bum--dy-
nermite-he wuz tryin' to blow up the
pier!''
He depoaited the bundle carefully on
the floor and backed Off Everyone re-
treated from it, even Officer Dooney.
/ strobe forward and kicked it vi
ciously. Then l stripped off the wet
paper, took up the umbrella by the
sharp end and allowed the bricks to
fall to the floor.
I'VE can't hold you this time" said
the sergeant, with a touch of sadness
in his voice.
In FIVE minutes l was at my lodgings.
I stood the wet umbrella up carefully
in the corner of my bedroom.-N. Y.