The herald., 1898-05-08
.PAPfRLADIfS MOvEDON
DESCANT OF THE CORCORCAN,
DEAN OF PARK ROW SoRoSIs
Cops NEEDLE With Her Who Owns
Real Estate, Pays Taxes and Could
Pay for Bushel of Cops

"Is this the United States of Amerriky
I'm into or is it not? E-victed! wirroo!
It puts me in mind of the Ould Sod.
E-victed, like me own grandfeyther was
out of his bit of shanty, wild all his fam
lily afther him, barrin' only the pig. the
which had been sold to pay the rint. An
here is me, lady what owns rale estate
property an pays taxes onto 1t, put out Of
the place where I've sold me papes this
nanny year, me an me dahter, an Mrs,
Shea wild US, ahl done that suddint that
you cudn't get yer breath t ask fer why.
Divvle admire me! I'd as soon be Cubeb
an live in Cuba!''
Thus, between the sale of many evening
''papes," spake yesterday Mrs. Corcoran,
dean of the faculty of Park row sidewalk
news sellers, and there were wrath and
sorrow in her tones. She stood on the ex-
treme edge of the curb opposite the little
open space at the foot of the covered side
stairway to the Brooklyn bridge, where
aforetime her big clothes basket of papers
stood, guarded by her self and her daugh-
ter, and flanked by Mrs. Shea's big clothes
basket of papers, guarded by Mrs. Shea
and her daughter. They will stand there
no more, for the police Aave banished the
whole outfit Hence the wall of the Cor
coran.
"Once before they was at me, fresh
Young COP, with the polish on his buttons
hardly dry.
"'Move on says he. 'Ye'll have to move
on says he.
"'Will so? says I. I was here before
you was born,' says I, AN hope to be here
after yer dead says. 'G'wan now, beforA
I put the black curse onto ye. I'm tax
payer, am, an cud buy an sell the likes
of you in bushel baskets says I.
"Nothin' KEN of that, but gets a tip OF
a Sat-day night to move the baskets, so the
baskets goes. Along about o'clock today
there comes one of the big cops, a felly
know. an a dacent man, an says he:
".Ye'll have to move out, Mrs. Corcoran
I'm sorry fer it, says he, but them's the
orders, an you and Mrs. Shea has got to
co.
"Well. I was that flustered that turned
around to Mrs. Shea an 1 says, Did you
ever hear the likes of that" an she was
that parrylized that she turned around to
me, an says: Did we ever hear the likes OF
that? she says to me. An before we knew
it We was acrost the sidewalk an doin
business within ten foot of the ould place
with a line of three cops gyardin' 1T fer
fear we'd be back Twas an eviction.
That's what it was, an eviction, like as II
it was in ould Ireland. An the Stars an
Stripes f1yin' all the time over on Cityall,
the more shame to it.
"Busybodies, busybodies! Twas them as
done it. Them bridge fellies. Twas them
tried to put us off before, an would have
6one it, barrin' twas not bridge property
we was sellin' onto. Then they puts in a
complaint to the reg'lar police to chase
us away. An that's what 1t was. Busy
bodies. busybodies! There was a while
that the cops was busy somewheres else,
an I got edgin' over forninst the ouid
place kind of unbeknownst to myself, whin
up steps a felly with yaller whiskers an
begins movin' his hands at me most in
slutin'.
'Scutt,' he says, or words to that effect.
'wud we say that agin,' say /, very po-
litelike, fer I wanted some til to digest it.
'Scutt," says he repitishously, wavin'
his hands likewise.
"'Twas his own divil's luck that had
my hans full of papes. Business is busi-
ness, but I was very nigh to droppin' me
pupeS Ou l1c STOuIlu al SetlllH IL tiel
an there. But l only looked at him con-
temshus an I says:
:" I'm lady, I says, AN I pay taxes,
an 1 want to be treated as SUCH says 1.
AS fer bein' insuted,' I says, by amy
thing like the likes of yo,' I says, don't
try it ag'in,' I says. for if get twisted up
In them yaller whiskers,' says, you won't
never get me untwisted while there's one
of EN- left on yer smirkin' face says.
with that he called cop an went
back with dignity. Twas not an hour
after whin little divvle of kid stud right
in me place sellin' his papes, an the sight
was like to have killed me, but the big
cop came up an kicked the kid clane out
into the gutter. That was some satisfac-
ton. But sorra the day they cahl this a
free country. What good is them Stars an
Stripes on the cityall an everybody yellin'
fer free Cuba when a lady that owns real
estate property and pays taxes onto it
gifts e-victed out of her honest livin' an
the place she's made it In? Sorra the day
don't you say so, Mrs. Shea? I'll sell me
property an go to Klondike. Here y are!
| Ahl the extrys!!"-New York Sun.