The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1906-08-29

They Went to the Floor Together.
cry ma-an f'r TO shtay hungry whin
theys food undher his nose" Then.
after pause. he added thoughtful-
ly: Tis a shtrange thingl"
What's a strange thing?" asked
Mr. Baxter.
IL was thinkin' ye niver hear iv
amy iv me fri'nd j. Pierpont Nor
gan's confdintial la-ads r-runnin away
with tn cash, an he must ha-ave
lot iv fellies that handles money fr
him An I've hear-rd that me other
frind, Phil Armour, whin he was
livin' had plintY iy 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. Iv coorse" he hastened
to add as his companion tried to in
terrupt him. 'ye ha-ave f'r to wa-atch
out rr 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"
"Niyer a bit iv It." broke in Police
man Flynn. meekly. "'Tis not fr
me to pass judgmint on thin that
vilates tn la-aw. only tn idee comes
to Newell, niver mind F'r 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
fense committed. II any. was intan-
gible, and nothing was to be gained
by engaging in dispute. SO Ire
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 r-reach fr thin sort iv nat'ral
like
The fugitive was found in the lit
tie fat 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 Il proved to be an unnecessary
prec3ution. 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 fugitiye'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 himl You've got
him That's the mani"
Now that you nave him" said the
woman, bitterly n 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
bad been ruthlessly trampled upon.
Look al 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 10 the
wife Of the former employe. and
asked. FIT why sh'u'd / artist yeg
F'r because ye thried fr TO help ye-er
ma-ang I'm sorry fr ye and I'm
pr-roud iv ye"
She looked surprised; then, as
Flynn turned 10 leave with his prison
er 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 marthed
his man down stairs.
I'm not ride pack 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 IL gave no Vhanes for
protest
The ride was made IN silence un.
al the station was almost reached.
Then the prisoner remarked: Some
men would have taken my wife along"
"Mebbe So" admitted Policeman
Flynn, hut. ye see. I cu'en't help
tkinkiu' what w'u'd happen 70 tn
la-ad that come to Barney Flynn's