New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-04-29

light. Trying the first at a venture, 4.
Sybarite discovered what seemed a
servants bedroom. nntenanted.
The other door introduced him to a
Kitchen Of generous proportions and
,laborate appointments ~ in absolute
order with the exception Of the cen
tr;tl table. where sat man asleep
with his head pillowed on arms folded
amid a disorder of plates. bottles and
#glassses---asleep and snoring Justify.
He was III police uniform. and cap
hung on the back of his chair
Wrinkling a perplexed nose. 2. Syb-
tarlte swiftly considered the situation.
Here was the policeman on the beat
one of those creatures of Penfield's
Wanted vest pocket collection. "Glad
I'm not in his shoes!'' unused P. Syba-
rite.
And YES. Urgent second thought
changed the tenor Of his temper to-
ward the sleeper Better far.to be in
his shoes than in those Of p. Sybarite.
just then.
Remembering Penfeld's revolver, he
made sure it was safe and handy in
his pocket, then strobe in and dropped
an Imperative hand on the policeman's
shoulder
Get up-pull yourself together" P.
Sybarite ordered sternly. you're Ii
able to be broke for this!''
Broke? Where's Jimmy? Who're
you:"
Never mind him. Look to yourself.
This place is being raided."
"Raidedv' The man leaped to his
feet with a cry. ''G'wan! It amt
possiblev'
Listen. if you don't believe me-
The crashing of the axes and the
srumble of the curious crowd assem-
bled in the street were distinctly audi
BILE. The officer needed no other CON
tirmation, and yet-instant by instant
it became more clearly apparent that
he had drunk too heavily to be able to
think for himself
My Gawd!" he cried. I'm done
for"
''Whats that?'
II say, off with your coat, man, and
look sharp. Get it off. and I'll hide it
while you slip into one Of those wait.
ers' jackets over there Then, if they
lind us here, we can pretend to be EN-,
ployees. You understand?
We'll get pinched all the same.'' the
man objected stupidity.
We'll. if We do it only means trip
to the night court and a fine of S. OF
$40. You'll be up tomorrow for alb
sence from post, Of course, but that's
better than being caught half drunk in
the basement of gambling house on
your beat
Impressed. the officer started to IN
button his tunic. but hesitated
"S'pose some of the boys recognize
me:''
Where are your wits?" demanded
P. Sybarite in evaporation. This ism
a precinct raid! You ought to know
that This is Whitman, going over
everybody's head
- Several white jackets hung from
hooks on the wall near the door. Seiz-
ing one Of these. the policeman had it
on in jiffy.
Now what'll l do?" he pursued as
P. Sybarite, the blue coat over his arm,
grabbed the police cap and started for
the door.
DO? How do l know? Use your
own head for awhile"
With this the little man shot out into
the hallway, slammed the door behind
him and darted into the adjoining
room. Once there he lost no time
changing .coats-not forgetting to shift
his money as well-cocked the hat
jauntily on one side of his head "a bit
too large, it fitted better that way,
anyhow. buttoned up and left the
room on the run. For by this time
the front doors had fallen in and the
upper floor was echoing with deep, ex-
cited voices and heavy, hurrying foot
steps. In another moment or so they
would be down in the basement search
ing for fugitives.