The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-03-22

In his arms he dashed to a box and
sent IN the call for an ambulance.
"Sktmp." scared to death. and re.
nnenlhering his fathers orders that
"babe' was.not to be taken out. hur.
ried home. because there was nothing
else to do.
He was in the corner. shrivelled up
space as possible. when there came a
knock on the door. and in came Tim.
"Skimp" for once was ready to
faint. but the big policeman simply
winked at him and went on to explain
to Schmidt how the accident. had oc-
Cured and that they were not to wor-
ry, that the child a in a good place.
He went on in his soft Irish speech
to comfort and soothe the tired. cry
ing mother. and when he left 'Skimp''
had decided that he and his gang
would bother the kindly cop" no
LONGER.
But II "Skimp" decided he would
U It out" there were others who
refused. In = week there were two
stores broken into and robbed and
pened again and he failed to land the
culprits he only would he given time
to say goodbye to the force.
In old Tim O'RilaN's day there had
been mighty few attempts to clean up
n little stores along the Front"
Against this record Tins own stood
out darkly.
when he felt his arm pulled nd looked
down into "Skimp's" frightened face
and heard a boyiah voice say: Tim.
keep your blinks open. l heard two
fellers back o Myers saloon sayin'
they waz goin' ter clean TN a place
ternisht. It's somewhere along down
n street. I've been waitin' fer We to
me out. AMI HAD to wait till the OF
guy gotta sleep. then beat it. It's
down there somewhere" EIe pointed
down the dusky, quiet street.
As they looked the big city clock
struck the hour of 2. Tim thrilled as
II It a been a warning. He patted
"skimp" on the head. You're a
much obliged fer the hint. I'll land
EN-"
IF l can help youse. Tim" "Skimp"
began. a little thrill in his voice.
Tim paused. Say. KID. you slip
down h street. close to the buildings.
They've f1gEered on me COMM see :
An, If Q see a slim. pass it to me.
I'm on. Tim: I'll do it," was the
answer.
Into the shadow the small figure
vanished.
That boy'll make a plain clothes
man some day." Tim muttered.
Ten minutes passed before "Skimp'
came back. When he did he was
trembling. I've got EN-: it's 'Dut-
chN.E' store" he whispered.
Without a word Tim started down a
side alley. He worked around until
he reached the place.
The confederate on the other side
signAled. but he was too late. Open.
ing the door Tim grappled with Il
man who darted from hack of the
counter. Back and forth in the small
store they wrestled. Tim knew he
feel the steel-like strength of the mar
he had %grappled in the darkness. Tim
was inspired by his hope Of making
good and of not 'being forced to give
up in dishonor the position he had
won. .H~
Tins ,rst impulse to cry for aid
was checked. Suddenly the other
quick turn Tim caught the mans
hand and wrenched it out. but at the
same time he broke his guard and
was caught in n grip that made him
shudder. 1t was an armlock hold
which would break his neck. Slowly
Tins neck went backward and
around. He moaned in agony.
The door opened and a small figure
slipped in. over its head it swung
something that crashed down with
smashing force on the head above
Tim. Then, shadowy still, the figure
slid u
The grip that had been twisting
Tins neck weakened sharply. the
form slid down like q dead mans and
the officer sat up.
"Skinnp" had come to his rescue.
All this happened some years ago.