The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1896-11-16
THE NEW COPPER.
He Was Looking For a Victim and Finally
Found One.

He Was Looking For a Victim and Finally
Found One.
Mike Finnigan, new on the force, was
put on duty at one Of the best known rail
way stations in Chicago. Nike was Is
new wearer of the brass and blue, and he
keenly felt the importance of wearing a
star and carrying a club. He grimly de
termined TO distinguish himself and make
tracks in the police heaven that could be
plainly discerned by as distant planet as
the chief himself
Finnigan took his place in the station
corridors and strutted about with bear
ing that he felt sure would be terror to
all evildoers He stood up so straight
that he nearly fell over backward. One
hand was constantly on the hilt of his
billy and the other was ready at a mo-
ment's notice TO fly to the gun in his
trousers The man with eyes both in the
back and front of his head was tyro in
the arts of vigilance when compared with
Mike. But, watch as vigilantly as he
would and hustle around as swiftly as he
could, the new station policeman couldn't
find single offender TO arrest. Not a sin
gle citizen from Nebraska even dropped
banana peeling the floor, nor did
child emigrant let fall a single drumstick
of chicken
Such an comparatively quiet and peace
full station never existed Finnigan had
been on his station beat two weeks and
had not made a single arrest With horror
he thought of what his superiors might
think of such inactiOn. The new police
man felt that he would soon be called TO
account and reprimanded or perhaps dis
missed from the force. The station still
remained so quiet, peaceful and law abid-
ing that Ii made the sweat start from ev-
cry pore in Finnigan's skin. He felt that
he must do something, and do it mighty
quick, even if he had TO arrest an imm-
grant for going to sleep Mike went up
To where the station rules hung in a frame
upon the wall and studied each regulation
over and over again, trying to find some
order that he had seen violated.
Fate and Mixes perspicacity at last
brought reward. One evening a young
man with great bunch of yellow ribbon
on the lapel of his coat stroIled into the
waiting room and sat down. Mike watch
ed him like IA cat for three quarters of an
hour. AT the end Of that time he had the
problem solved. Not only was there here
an opportunity to make an arrest, but to
soak it to fellow who was probably an
Orangeman at the same time, for our pO-
liceman figured it out that the big bunch
of orange ribbon could mean nothing else
than that the wearer was an Orangeman.
Stepping up behind the young fellow Mike
brought his hand down ON his shoulder
Win a lOfCe GDfAb nearly drove MIN through
his seat.
young Teller. yer under artist, roared
Finnigan.
What for? 1 haven't done anything. ."
said the college student, for such he was.
as the oraEre how indicated.
''Ye Invent, huh? Is that yer game?
Wen, l jist guess I'll run ye in anyhow -
and Mike frightened his grip on the youth :
collar.
"Well, you can't arrest ne when |
haven't done anything, - was the bot reply.
we've violated the rules OF the station.
II haven done any such u thing.
81 say ye has. -
''WlIut rule have / viOlated?''
"COne here and IL show yo, - and Fin
nigan dragged tie studeI.t ever to Thcr,
the rules hung on the V;-lI do ye see thOt
rule siven?'' continued tie policeman,
pointing ont the seventh regulation. i. Y,
see what thOt says Please use tie sJir-
Uoon.' Ye kin read tnot, can't yo? Wei
durn yer skin, I've been watchin ye 10
minutes, and ye haven't spit onct. Chi
cago Inter Ocean.