St. Paul daily globe., 1895-03-11
THE VERY IDEA.
A Bum IF,.agiaes a Policeman Has
Money.

Money.
t Say, mister, can't you help fellow
out a. 1little?' asked a street beggar
! lasts evening as he approached big
Louis, the policeman who rides in the
central station patrol wagon every
time it goes out-just to keep it from
jumping off the pavement. Louis was
standing near hack on Robert street,
his big fur coat all buttoned up around
him. and the ''bum" mistook him for
a hackman.
Louis cast a sympathetic glance, as
though his heart had been touched
by this appeal to his generosity.
please, sir, if you'll be so kind I'll
be much obliged to ye. 1 haven't had
anything to eat since last night con-
tinued the man, driving the wedge
with strong arm now that he ap-
parently had it started.
"Notin' to eat since las night, eh?''
unused Louis. ''Dat's tough" he added,
about to go down in his pocket for
his loose change.
''Yes, FL be very thankful to We,
sir, very thankful" said the man to
whom society owes a living, and his
NOiSC WIlN evil
IDENTIFY anticipati ting that the amount
of the donation would depend on the
degree of gratitude shown by him.
Il don't like to beg, SIR he went on,
apologetically. as if to impress the
donor with his meekness-the reluc-
tance with which he yielded to the
inevitable-to modestly enlarge on his
worthiness in hope Of enlarging the
H. in, flan
fellow can't go hun
His speech was interrupted by his
eye suddenly catching a glimpse of
Louis star, the latter having jerked
his coat back so as to bring the star
into view.
BEG your pardon, sir, beg your par
don, sir; 1 never beg" said the man
with some embarrassment, as his eye
rested on the star for a second, and
then he turned and started to walk
away.
Louis was tickled He grinned-a
regular demoniacal grin. "Holth on
there" he said, calling to the bum,
who was just beginning to liven his
gait. But the buns hearing happened
to fail just at that instant. '.HoIth
on there, you thamn pum,' yelled
1OAA". oNoei ing Oil Tie after MN.
The man stopped and looked around.
his hearing having been recovered as
suddenly as it was lost.
ii "You pun, kess 1 run you in" said
Louis walking over and taking hold of
the fellow.
Jj 'What'll You run me fur?" inquired
3the hobo, assuming an air of injured
Innocence.
rir1t a.
Won off ye oughth to pc pulled" re-
turned Louis, eying him savagely.
e Beg your pardon, sir, beg your par
don, but I'm not beggin','' said the
hobo, affecting an air of Indignation at
the thought of having such an outra-
'fgeous charge registered against his
transparent character and shattered
Och, no, you vos not peggin', you
liar. geth you purity shlick, don't I?'
replied Louis with a smile and an in
ward chuckle.. you drinks I'm 'ack-
man. L oughth to dhrow you in fur
that" he went on, assuming an angry
expression, as though his official pride
had been wounded by the mistake, in
a manner that bode i'll for mister hobo.
BEG pardon, 1 didn't take you for
hackman," replied the beggar apol-
ogetically, apparently fearing that
this was the error that most threat
ened his liberty. BEG your pardon,
officer, didn't take you fur hack
man." he repeated.
Then you vos grazy-zure crazy.
you drinks policeman goth mooney
returned Louis. Hey, offeecerI Of
feecer!' he yell to another cop across
the street.
The officer walked across to where
LoniS stood talking to the hobo.
''Dake thees, pun to station an
sharge i'm With peggin' on the shdreet
or may pc he vos crazy; he ask me
fur mooney" said Louis, turning the
culprit over to his fellow officer. Then
as he sauntered off. he muttered to
himself with a broad smile: ''Zure
thees pun vos, crazy. he drinks po-
liceman goth mooney"