The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1906-10-06

They Went to the Floor Together.
cry ma-an fr to shtay hungry whin
they's food undher his nose" Then,
after q pause, he added, thoughtful
ly: "'Tis a shtrange thing!"
whats a strange thing?" asked
Mr.. Baxter.
81 was thinkin' We niver hear Nv
amy Nv me fri'nd ]. Pierpont Nor
gan's confidintial la-ads r-runnin' away
with tn cash, an he must ha-ave a
lot Nv fellies that handles money f'r
him. An I've heard that me other
fri'nd, Phil Armour, whin he was
Twin had plinty Nv min that he
thrusted."
They may have been exceptionally
fortunate" suggested Mr.. Baxter
"Mebbe 'tis 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 f'r to watch
out fr tn gluttons that's niver salts
fed"
Are 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 BIT Nv 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 manner 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
nervously tangled the handouts again,
when he again protested irritably.
"'Tis onintintional," apologized Po-
liceman Flynn. There do be times
whin l r-reach f'r thin sort Nv 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
precaution. The man saw them the
! moment the door was opened and
made 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 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, Il 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?
FIR because We thried fr to help ye-er
ma-an? I'm sorry fr We and I'm
proud Nv ye"
She looked surprised; then, as
Flynn turned to leave with his prison
er, she began to weep. He looked at
her. at the modestly furnished nat, at
the man who had caused the arrest,
shook his head solemnly and marched
his man down stairs.
''I'll not ride back with you" an
nounced Mr.. Baxter when the street
was reached.
| "'Tis betther So" said Policeman
Flynn in tone that made the other
flush, although 1t gave no chance for
protest.
The ride was made in silence I'M
til the station was almost reachedA
Then the prisoner remarked: Some
men would have taken my wife along"
"Mebbe So" admitted Policeman
Flynn. "bpt, ye see. l c'u'dn't help
thtnkin' what w'u'd happen to tn
Lad that come to Barney Flynn's