The labor argus. [volume] (Charleston, W. Va.) 1906-1915, 1906-09-27

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fully performed his duty for many
years in many parts of the city, and
the marks against him were few and
far between. He had been crossing
policeman, he had travelled beat" in
residence section of the city. he had
had his nerve tested in really tough
district. and wherever tried he had
| been found equal to all emergencies.
But it was on "Tenderloin beat" that
he had been most successful Every
large city has its "Tenderloin beats"
and they are the ones that call for the
exercise of the most tact and Judgment
on the part of the night patrolman.
To this he returned after a brief expe-
rience as a sergeant and a few en-
counters with politicians.
His promotion was held to be de-
served, and there was not a man who
knew him who was not pleased when
the announcement was made But
Sergeant Flynn shook his head doubt
fully. Sergeant Flynn!" he repeated
to himself Listen to that, now!
'Fis not tn same OIL Barney at all; but
| tn good woman says it's right, an I'll
make a pla-ay at it." He did, for one
whole week. Then he asked to be re-
| duced to the ranks again. "'Tis not
to me lil>in'," he explained. I'm not
ma-ade to be betther thin annywan
else. I can't sthand FIR tn say-lutin'
an tn f1imf1ammin' an all that. l
have no fri'nds amy more. livery
man 1 like has to treat me with ray
spict, an tits no sport FIR me. Whin
I says, 'Hullo, Patsy, OF bye!' to wan
Nv the men, an am lookin' f'r an an
swer in kind. he up an say-lutes me
an says: Good avenin, sergeant; ]
beg lave to Rapport that l jist chased
two gazabos down tn alley Oh, tbs
no job FIR me. l niver was made FL
a soo-peer-yer man, niver at all. Put
me back on me OIL job where I can
have me fri'nds again"
| We'll, is that your only complaint
Flynn"
'M-m-m, WE'LL" replied Sergeant
Flynn, drawing his hand thoughtfully
across his mouth and chin, 81 don't
mind tellin' ye, private an confiden-
tial, that I'm missin' thin little pa
aper see-gar judes that's been maxim
so much trouble f'r me, an tn fellies
that don't want to go home, an all
tn rist iv tn Tenderline gazabos.
don't seem to get used to bein' with.
out throubles iv some kind. IT'S toe
/ d
nights FIR thinkin' iv dhrawing me
pa-ay without wor-rkin' FIR it. An
thin. bechune Ourselves, tits not me
nature to be watchin' tn b'ys an
sindin' thin to tn thrial boord Fl
derry-lickshun iv July. whin 1 sec
wan Nv thin takin' a little nip on tn
SHY, it ma-akes me wish 1 was bor-rr
blind-it does So"
"How would you like to be the may.
or's private policeman" asked the
chief
"Oho! Privit po-lisman to his nibs,'
exclaimed Sergeant Flynn. 1T w'u'd
be a fine job What's tn character
iv tn wor-rk?'
ooh, you'd be sort of doorkeeper
and have the task of keeping the ap
plicants for Office and for political anc
other favors of all sorts in order while
they're waiting to see him, If you're
looking for something to do, there's {
job that will keep you busy"
"M-m-m, WE'LL returned Sergeant
Flynn, slowly, ct is a shtep in tn
right direction" But he left the chiefs
Office solemnly shaking his head
"'Tis all right FIR thin that likes 1t.
he explained afterward, but tn chop
houses is all on me OF Tinderlin,
i beat"