Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-09-13

Barney" said Mrs. Barney Flynn,
as the policeman settled himself for
a smoke.
"Prisent," returned Policeman
Flynn, absent-mindedly saluting.
"Ha-ave We a minute to sp-are?"
81 ha-ave tin iv thim," answered
Policeman Flynn.
"'Twill be enough" said Mrs.
Flynn. II wisht ye'd run mkt door
an artist Mrs. Dugan."
"F'r why?" asked Policeman Flynn,
looking at her in establishment. did
she give We the cold shtare whin We
pa-assed her be tn corner, or did she
tell tn neigh-bors We was wearin' a
hat Nv la-ast years crop?"
"Ha-ave a little sinse about ye, Bar
ney," returned Mrs. Flynn, indignant
ly. "She do be pilin' ashes feminist
tn fince, where they blows over an
rooms the work. iv a days washin'.
l ha-ave tn clo'es hung out to dhry,
an whin I take thin in me best white
pitticoat luks like a polky-dot dhress."
why don't we wear it FIR wan?'
demanded Policeman Flynn, peril
nently. "'Tw'u'd be money saved"
Barney, are We a fool?' asked Mrs.
Flynn, warmly. Evil ye artist that
woman or will We not?"
"'Tis tn first time l liver knew We
c'u'dn't hold up ye-er own ind with
amy wan," replied Policeman Flynn,
evasively. "If they was foor to wan
'tw'u'd be dif'rint; but with wan to
wan l niver knew We to back down"
Back down, is it," cried Mrs
Flynn. "sure, We betther not sa-ay
that more than wanst. Back down!
Oh, me! Oh, my! G'wan over an
ask Mrs. Dugan if I backed down
I give her as good az she give me
livery time. Dye think I ha-ave nc
tongue in me head to let tn likes ~
her come over me?"
II know We ha-ave," said Policeman
Flynn, with feeling. But, accordin
to ye-er own shtory, it's an AXE
thing"
"'Tis not, if ye're a man." as
serted Mrs. Flynn; eff ye're not, thir
Fave me know it. IT'S an akel thing
bechune her an me, with me havin
a little tn best iv it; but her ma-al
do be a dhriver an not a po-lisman
FIR why are We on tn foorce? F.
TIL protection iv thin as needs it. I
yell not shtand up FIR me, l nigh
~, xr,oJJ h. y,or,s,l 10 q hn1 no rryar -
"Mrs. Flynn" said the patrolman
impressively, there's wan thing II
like FIR to tell we. TITS me that nive
shir-rked me july. I've been fernins
the worst that liver come down til
plank r-road. I've TUX three mil
to the station to wanst, an I've ker
ordher Fiction day in tn ha-ardes
] district in tn city. I've TUX tn CO
i min an tn s%trong-arm min an til
worst characters that liver was PIT
behind the ba-ars, but I niver wint u
1 feminist a woman in a clo'es-line fgh
an I niver will while I ha-ave m
1 sinses lift to me. I'd rather go to Il
pa-ark an artist tn tiger FIR playil
h with a blind pig, I w'u'd that. L
rather run in tn ELEPHANT FIR tt
larceny Nv a bale iv hay. I'd soone
dispute tn fright iv wa-ay iv a cab
i, car with me ba-ack TURNED to i
Mrs. Flynn"-and here he becam
/ ever more impressive-"I ha-ave
head iv hair that I'd like FIR to kee]
an tits not to me likin' to ha-ave m
uniform tore to pieces"
"Ye'll not artist herr"
"I will not" r...
"Will We go over and talk to. hi
fri'ndly-like?"
\ "What'll I sa-ay to herr"
"Tell her in a quit, gintell wa-a
that she's no la-ady, or she'd not |
afther THROWN ashes where the
blows on me clo'es, an talkin' bac
to her betthers. Shpeak gintle,
coorse, but tell her yell sind her
TIL pinitintiary and br-reak her ma-an