Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-31

the search San Francisco went it's course
eating and drinking. marrying and burying
and until the lost squad remained. even in
the mind of Halliday, only as dim MEM
DRY of a giant scoop.
One fine November day, about a year and
a half after. Halliday was crossing from
the ferry building to the north side of Mar
ket street. \ transport from the Philli-
pines had just locked. and his mind was
bustly engaged in transmitting the news of
the voyage into a STORY" A cable car
bore down upon him. but he skipped MINI
bly, away lodged under the nose of dray
morse, and pumped square into the arms
of big man.
Il beg your pardon.' he calculated.
No matter, sorr. No matter"
The voice had familiar ring Turning
suddenly, he looked right into the man
eyes: A flush deepened the brick-red of
the fellows cheek. Facing about he walk
ed rapidly up Sacramento street.
Evidently a sailor" thought Halliday.
Sea legs bother him yet" He followed at
a safe distance, trying to place the man.
Where had he seen him before? Looked
something like a policeman he had once
known. But that rolling gait? Absurd Be-
sides Hennessey had left the force! Gone to
Oregon No; that was Devlin. By Jove, Hen
nessey belonged to the lost squad. Quick
ening his pace, he overlook the sailor, who
was turning down Sansome street.
BY Jimmy, 1t is Hennessey," he ex-
claimed. Hes making for North Beach.
His folks live that way-or did" Putting
on a squirt, he ran alongside the man and
clapped him on the shoulder.
How are you, Hennessey? didn't know
YOU.
The sailor jumped .'Ye have the advan-
iise ave me. sorr, he replied. But his
eyes told another tale.
Rats. Come along. Hennessey, and have
something? Where've you been? What's
become of the boys? Tell us all about it, -
Who're we Hinnssyin?" asked the sailor
Indignantly. What maggot's got we, me
lad? Jack Smiths me name
Jack Smith may be your name now but
your name was Hennessey last time l saw
you Come. Hennessey,' he said persuas-
lively. you're not in fear of the law. Tell
me the story? There's a gold eagle in it
for YOU
'Twinty dollars?"
Twenty dollars"
Yell make it twenty-five?"
All right"
"Hinnissey it is. then. Glad to see We
again. sorr. You'll excuse me not knowing
We, but there's things man hates worse
than bein' pinched by the law.
.'Namely?''
'Bein' made guy off,
They turned into a saloon and the ex-
policeman settled himself comfortably into
a corner. All" a gentle sigh escaped
from his lips and he wiped his mouth with
the back of his hand The first shame
In nigh on two years. Another?
ye. An We want to hear ut from
the beginning? Phwat was the lasht wurrd
ye had av the squad?'
Sergeant Crossman was to post the re-
ile1 ana raid a crimp's den his way
up town"
Right! An may the fouf fend fly away
wild that same crimp! YEN mebbe rimim-
Der, sorr. as / was on the water front
peat! Mannys the bit av news we've got
| from me there" The reporter nodded
Well filling his pipe-..ye'n have a
match on We? Thanks. AS was
sayin; Crossman picked me up last. an,
| a s to orders, procheeded to interview
| that same crimp. We pulls up in the
! sthreet annt the house an Crossman
| bangs the door wild his club
| Tome down, We limb av sathan" he
| foars' yen rimimber the sargint? A divil
to swear. Come down, BeeIzebubp he SEES
! 'Afore 1 smash the door
| Begone wild yez!' SEES a cracked voice
out av bed room windy Ye drhunkin'
| calls the polls An with that a basin ay
| dirhty Stops discinded on Crossman's head
! Such hullaballo! Ye might have heard
the sargint for twinty blocks. He near
| batthered down the door in his rage an
| small blame to him, for he was highly
scinted
''Prisintly a little man, innocent as We
Place. opens the door. 'Wurroo. he howis
An was it a noble sargint av the polls the
| dirty rascals emptied their Stops on: Me
| house is shamed! he hollers Thin sailor
Tarmints'il pack this very night he ses
| Well pack 'em for yez, ould skinfiint
replies crossman. It's to the tanks veil
| go, me lad Where's thin sailors we've
shamefully shanghai'd? Where are they
We son av satan?'
Thin the old fellow breaks down. An
| yen have mercy av an ould-
\ .Diyil' SEES the sargint.
| He'll show yez the min ye're afther
| whines the ould bhoy.
! Lead on. Mefifsthoples.' SEES Crossman
an We'll conshider av your case Mebbs
! we'll be afther lettin' veg off wild twenty
1 wears
| :. .rhank We, rep,,as tho o.,,,,, nm ~,
a::nlher yer kindness all the days az me