The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-10-04
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY

to-" 1 says to him. "She's got stupider
mugs dan you out of woise fixes dan dis.
/ says.
Den 1 hears Duchess open de door, and
saw. TANK heaven you has come, Cap
tain!'
whats doing here?' says Rounds, COM
ing to de parlor. 1 winked TO Kel TO brace
and be braced-like he saw de electric
chair ahead of him, and was bound to die
game.
what is doing! Mon Dieu, should ask
you a little what is doing?" says Duchess
sparring for wind. HAS dis officer a right
to come into my house and order us about
like we was stable soivants? Has he right
for to ask of so many questions?"
Kel looked like a load of coal was TOOK
off his chest when he see what kind of
alibi Duchess had sprung.
"Your house?" says Rounds. "Dis is Mr..
Van Courtlandt's house, according to my
list
"Of a. soitainty," says Duchess. land
7 Msieu Van Courtiandt's daughters maid,
is it not?'
WELL" says Rounds, ''dere's been so
many robberies in de diamond back district
lately dat de officer on post must be on de
watch when he knows dat de owners Is not
at home. You done right to come in to in
quire, Kelly" he says
Tanks, Rounds" say Kel.
"Oh, very WELL" says Duchess. IF 1t
was de officers duty to come In here and
ask SO much questions, shall not report
him. 1t is a warm night, captain. is IL
not?'
Reader hot" Rounds says, taking off
his helmet.
would you do me de honor for to have a
Deck?'
81 wouldn't mind" says Rounds.
'.And may de officer have one?' Duchess
asks, wit her baby stare.
It'll do him no HARM" Rounds says. wit
wink at Kel.
Duchess fetches de beer. and as de cops
was putting it away Murphy piping
Rounds like she was in a trance. den she
says to him: Your names Halligan, and
you're from de Oak-street station two years
ago, or I'm not foot high,
DE same" says Rounds. How did you
get into high society, Mrs. Murphy"
II didn't come here in a police patrol
wagon, anyway. You're a county Galway
man, and de men Of your county dances
like steer wit only tree hoofs. Dey is no
good"
mo woman out of Kerry can stand up
wit me-" says Rounds, with a laugh.
Oats me-" says Murphy. Take up de
rug, Duchess dear, SOS we can hear our
feet, and I'll put shame on dis Galway
man. or die in me tracks"
Say it was better dan a show out on top
of de stage. Rounds started in like win
ner, but he was a bit over weight, and, be-
fore twenty minutes of ii Murphy had him
limping and in half an hour he stops, and
Murphy goes on for five minutes more,
just to put de shame on him hard.
De cops had de time OF DER lives. of
course; and as Duchess says, 1t give eclaw
to our blowout for to have it decorated
wit de guilt of uniforms. But de top time
of all was had by Mrs. Murphy. II neber
taught" she says, dat I'd be dancing on
de very hight of Murray Hill IT'S great
country, and a good citizen, wedder she be
real American like me, or a form dago.
like Chimmies wife, need fear no foe nor
hide her tallons in bushel, while de light
holes out to burn and fame goes coochy-
cooling down de corridors of time as de
dear dead poet says, wit de candles boning
at bote ends and de middle, to de greater
glory Of st. Patrick-rest his SOULS de ice
box empty. Chimmie?'' she says.