Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-08-23

cry IA FIR to shtay hungry whin
they's food undher his nose" Then,
after a pause, he added, thoughtful
ly: "'Tis a shtrange thing"
whats a strange thing?" asked
Mr.. Baxter.
81 was thinkin' We niver hear iv
amy iv me fri'nd ]. Pierpont Nor
gan's CONFIDENTIAL la-ads %r-runnin' away
with tn cash, an he must ha-ave a
lot iv fellies that handles money FIR
him. An I've hear-rd that me other
fri'nd, Phil Armour, whin he was
livin' had plinty iv min that he
thrusted."
"They may have been exceptionally
fortunate" suggested Mr.. Baxter.
"Mebbe It's So" returned Policeman
Flynn. "An'mebbe they've fed tn la-ads
befoor they give thin tn porridge to
look afther. Nv coorse," he fastened
to add as his companion tried to in
terrupt him, "ye ha-ave FIR to wa-atch
out FIR tn gluttons that's niver salts
fed"
care you trying to defend this de-
faulter?" demanded Mr.. Baxter, with
sudden dignity. "Are you so far for
getting your place and your duty
that"
"Niver a bit iv it," broke in Police
man Flynn, meekly. ""Tis not fr
me to pass judgmint on thin that
vi'lates tn la-aw, only tn idee comes
to Newell, niver. mind! FIR why
sh'u'd a po-lisman be botherin' with
idees anyhow"
Mr.. Baxter looked at him sharply,
and then turned away. Flynn's words
and name annoyed him, but the Of
Tense committed, if any, was intan-
gible, and nothing was to be gained
by engaging in a dispute. So he
looked at the buildings they were
passing and kept silent until Flynn
n~ervously tangled the handouts again,
when he again protested irritably.
otis onintintional," apologized Po-
liceman Flynn. There do be times
whin I r-reach FIR thin sort iv nat'ral-
like"
The fugitive was found in the lit
tie fiat he had occupied with his wife
and child, but the arrest was not
made without trouble. The policeman
on the beat was stationed at the rear
entrance to prevent escape that way,
but it proved to be an unnecessary
precautior. The man saw them the
moment the door was opened and
made a rush for the rear; but Flynn
was too quick for him. Brushing past
the woman who opened the door he
was on the fugitive's back before the
latter had taken half a dozen steps.
They went to the floor together, while
the woman screamed and then began
to pommel and scratch Flynn. In a
trice, however, he had the handouts
on his prisoner, and as they rose the
woman retreated a little, although her
eyes still flashed defiance and anger.
During the struggle Mr.. Baxter had
stood in the doorway, trembling with
excitement and anxiety lest the man
should escape. Now he cried, exult-
ingly: you've got him! You've got
him! That's the mani"
"Now that you nave him." said the
woman, bitterly, 81 suppose you will
take me, too"
"She interfered with you," suggest
ed Mr.. Baxter, who felt that both his
feelings and the majesty of the law
had been ruthlessly trampled upon.
Look at your face"
Policeman Flynn drew his hand
across his face, which was badly
scratched, and then wiped the blood
away with his handkerchief. Ignor-
ing the employer, he turned to the
wife Of the former employee, and
asked: "F'r why sh'u'd l artist We?
FIT because We thried fr to help ye-er
ma-an? I'm sorry FIR We and I'm
proud Nv ye."
She looked surprised; then, as
Flynn turned to leave with his prison.
err, she began to weep. He looked at
her, at the modestly furnished fiat, at
the man who had caused the arrest,
shook his head solemnly and marched
his man down stairs.
"T1l not ride back with you," an
nounced Mr.. Baxter when the street
was reached.
"'Tis betther So" said Policeman
Flynn in a tone that made the other
flush, although 1t gave no chance for
a protest.
The ride was made in silence uh
til the station was almost reached.
Then the prisoner remarked: Some
men would have taken my wife along
"Mebbe so" admitted Policeman
Flynn, but, We see, I c'u'dn't help
thinkin' what w'u'd happen to tn
la-ad that come to Barney Flynn's