The Savannah morning news., 1902-06-15

tic tone.
You're a clever fellow" he said;
you thought you could trim MaIoney
did you? You thought Maloney, who
was settin' UP the drinks. was an easy
thing. What do you think Of MaIoney
now? What do you think of Malonev's
luckY'
The negro having answered the cues
tons put to him by the Sergeant, was
hustled into a cell by the obseouious
| norman before he had a change to say
| what he thought of either Maloney or
his luck. The lucky one himself, with
many slaps on the back, was thanking
| the Sergeant and the detectives for the
return of his money. Corners, attract
ed by the loud talking and laughter.
| appeared at the door, and was heartily
welcomed by Mr.. Maloney.
| i tell you fellers," he said, ST like
you. You've treated me white. You're
feliers of me own kind--God's noble
men,"
Ehere was a murmur of applause at
this modest statement, while Mr.. Ma
loney bit off the end of a fresh cigar.
We been treated white here he
SAID, and you may put William Mich
OILS Maloney of Bridgeport on record as
saying that the New York police are
You've helped Maloney, and, although
l can't bet on the race tomorrow, you
fellers can. Old Tank is the horse
that's goin' to win. Billy Maginnis
me friend, owns him. He told Ma
| loney he was goin' to win. He bets
$4,000 on him-$10, 0OO-Maloney saw
the money with his own eyes. Old
ranks the horse-not word, Ma
loney."
AS Mr.. Maloney reached this perora-
| ton he smote the Sergeant so violent
| ly on the breast that that official stag
gered back against the railing, and re-
peated his last phrase, Not a word
Maloney, several times. as if it We're
some sort of magic incarnation.
I'm off to bed, now" he continued
| after short pause. I'm stopping at
| the Waldorf, but before 1 go I want
| all you fellers to have a drink with
me-"
The three detectives promptly ac-
| cepted Mr.. Maloney's invitation, while
| the doorman and Sergeant declined,
| explaining that their official duties for
| babe their leaving the station house.
| Mr.. Maloney, fafter considerable more
Misunderstanding, left with the detectives,
who returned several hours later,
| flushed with drinking and enthusiastic
| in their praises of him.
| Anyone who had taken the trouble to
walk along West Thirtieth street the
next day at noon might have seen
Lawson standing on the station house
| steps, clad in the gayest and most
sportive attire his wardrobe afforded,
and wearing a pair of field glasses in
! a leather case slung gracefully from
one shoulder. Beside him stood Con-
ners, Slattery, the doorman and the
| Sergeant.
| I've got your money here, all right, "
said Lawson, tapping his breast; $500
in all, counting mine. 1t all goes on
| Old Tank"
Every cent" said the Sergeant; "a
to l shot and cinch. 1 wish 1 had
more cash handy to put on him."
Its easy money" said Corners.
THAT guy what gave us the tip knows
what he's talkin1about. What a fool
Mulligan was not to put up any coin
on himl"
"Mulligan-the harp" said the door
man, contemptuously. He never took
a chance in his life"
well, l can't stay here worryin'
about him If want to get to the track
in time" said Lawson, starting down
the steps. 80 long. fellers-we'll be
openin' wine tonight"
Everybody knows the events of the
last Suburban handicap. How Fleet
Foot, Celebrity, Podasokus and all the
other favorites raced in vain How
Belgrave, the unknown, whose name
was scarcely noticed in the long list
of starters, dashed under the wire into
fame a good two lengths in the lead of
the second horse And how Old Tank
went the same way many another old
tank has gone and finished last in the
race.
That night the Sergeant sat in his ac-
i customed chair, but when he threw his
blue coat open no diamond studs gilt
tered in the rays of the green lamps.
A clay pipe, discolored from long use,
had taken the place of his cigar, and
his former expression of benign and
self-satisfled wisdom had been sue
ceeded by misanthropic glare of dis
| content.
Near by, on the stone steps, sat Law
son, gazing modify at the houses
across the street. In the grocery store
next door the Irish girl wondered why
neither Slattery nor Corners appeared
to talk with her, but neither of those
young gentlemen had the heart for
| Irritation. With detected mein and
downcast eyes they stood side by side
in the station house, scarcely exchang-
ing. a word and not daring to speak to
the Sergeant.
Meanwhile. over on Broadway. the
acquaintance of Patrolman Mulligan
noticed that his usual impassive coun-
/
and that he occasionally chuckled
| softly.
While Mulligan chuckled and the
Sergeant, doorman and detectives med
itated in gloomy silence several of the
passengers on parlor car of the New
York Central Railroad en- route for
! Bridgeport, Conn.,, were deriving con-
siderable entertainment from the be-
! havior OF a fellow traveller. He was a
| redfaced man with mustache of a
| purplsh black color and a double
! breasted waistcoat OF unusually bright
/ colors He was alternately staring at
an evening paper containing an ac-
| count OF Belgrave's victory and ex-
aiming the contents OF a big purse
which he held tightly clasped In one
/ hand.
"Maioney's luck" his fellow passen-
/ gers heard him mutter. there's the
/ $500 safe and sound. Ia have lost IL
/ like those cops must have lost their
| money on the tip / give them " ~
4 hadn't been for me luck. Dumb luck
/ MaiOneys luck. Ia have bet II on Old
/ Tank sure ana lost u al n n hadn't
I been stolen. There's n0thin' on earth
| like ifnlOney'a luck"