The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-02-01

identifcatiOn-that perfection of the
nineteenth century, without which the
police department Of the country often
wonder how they did.
Whats the charge, oficer?" This to
the patrolman who has brought them
in.
of a couple of men who are wanted
for a job down in Des Moines. Thought
I'd bring them in and see"
The captain eyes them narrowly.
Then he goes to file and, in company
with the man who has brought them
in, goes over the list of wanted" Evil
IDENTIFY it does not take them long to
get the cards calling for two men of
certain description, and the captain
says, Il believe we are justified in
taking them in and in keeping them
over
Hereupon the young fellows decide
to protest
what do you say we are wanted
for?"
Never mind what you're wanted
for. You'll find that out in the morn
ing. Take 'em up stairs, john And
John extends his hospitality to them
for he never shows any Partially, does
John. All are HSh that come to his net
Here comes another specimen. He
hmps and wheezes. He looks nearly
dead.
What's the mater with your" gruf-
fly asks the captain. 1t sounds very
hard-hearted to talk thus to a, man
who is nearly dying.
Il want to go to the hospital is
the reply, in g. labored tone, that, to
the initiated. would proclaim the
speaker to be in the last stages OF
tuberculosis.
He Is a Fake.
II asked you what's the matter with
you,' in sharp tones of command.
and no fooling, either
I've got the bronchitis-had 1T for
years. Been working in the woods
couldn't stand it." With each succeed
ing word his voice gets weaker and
the wheeze increases.
Call the doctor in, Jof,n,''
Soon DR.. Moore, the police surgeon.
comes in and the captain instructs
him as to the situation. A little skill
full questioning elicits the fact that the
man is either suffering from bron-
chitis or else has read up particularly
well IN medical works on the subject
Then hurried superficial examina-
Ilon shows him tc be as sound as an
OK. He's a fake.
Just what I sized him UP for whan
he came in the door" says the cap
tain.
And then what Transformation takes
placei His voice-deep and sororous.
calls out in bold defiance, heartfelt
and bitter. He wheels, and is lost In
the outer darkness. The doctor looks
at the door fer moment and then
says, with 8. sigh: Wen, I guess I'll
go back to bed" To him this is Moth
ing. Just part Of the daily grind.
Here a woman PUSHES in the door
in a frantic manner.
Il want an officer to come right up
to the house-my husband will Kill me.
I'm afraid to stay in the house
Here she catches the look that is
bent upon her frcm a pair of keen
gray eyes, and she stops suddenly.
We'll, what seems to be the mat
ter? comes the query in a very cool
| voice.
Somewhat abashed she begins to re-
| cite what seems to be an interninabIe
| programme of offenses Committed
against her by her husband. The
| droning words about hitting and beat
| Ing me-" and something about "com-
/ ing home drunk every night" melt into
nothfngneSS. She recalls the words Of
one of the philosophers: 'The first
| great advance Of the human race was
| when, by the development CT the left
/ frontal evolution, they attained the
power of speech. Their second adj
| vance was when they learned to con-
/ troll that power. Woman has not at
tanned to the second STAGE She goes
/ out the door with an officer.