The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1915-11-16
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The COP
BY CLARENCE |. CULLEN.
(copyright.)

or not" he said to me when I slid
alongside of him on the little ISLAND
of safety But every time l git the
feel of a young 'un's paw in my mitt
I feel like jumpin' post and racin'
back to the dump where there's a
snipe belongin' to me that I'm bugs to
git acquainted with. if ever git the
chanct."
"Meaning?" said /.
Mulvihill was a handsome, trie
young cop, with good army record
behind him.
'Meanin'." replied Mulvihill, the cop
that there's a. imitation o. me up
at the fiat that I'm goin', to git buddies
with and cultivate one O. these nights
when I'm not down for reserve jooty
and can make hull night in with the
frow and-his nibs."
Meaning again." said I, "a little
neighbor of yours with the same mon
mixer and the same way of looking
things over out of his eyes?"
"A medal for you for the dome
work. bo." said the cop. Yes. Just
like that. But 1t doesn't stop at the
eyes. The snooper is there with the
same beak, the same cash In the lower
part of the map. the same hemp on top
of the bean-all of the stuff that I'm
four-fushin' around with. Queer gag,
amt it? How dye figger it out?"
Il don't" replied, choosing safe
end of it. "But would you know the
piece Of small change, Mulvihill, II
you were to meet him on the street?'
The cop grinned sheepishly.
"Quitcha kiddin'." he said depre-
catingly Are you hep to that break
made before they made me a traffic
peg, or what are youse tryin' to ease
into me?"
Never guilty. but give me scena-
rio of the SKETCH said.
'All right" the traffic cop replied
with a grin. I'll dish it over to
youse. But nix on the haw-haw stuff
when finish. ! got enough o. that
noise already.
ut was when l was on the One
Hundred and Twenty Fifth Street
trudge.'' said the cop. There was
on'y two blocks to that beat, but If
you're talkin' In the old world to-
But I'll tin that ramblin' thing. Lem
me git down to the giggle number"
''Yes." I advised 81 need happy
ending, and quick"
That beat" picked up Mulvihill,
covered two blocks of the liveliest
business that Say, you're hep to
1t that l stood up and had the bell,
book, and candle thing pulled on me
about this time last year, amt your"
Meaning that you were married.
l helped him along. Eyes. knew
that"
"Oh. you knew 1t. hey?" said the
cop. We'll. that'll help a little. but
not much. You knew, too. then, that
l was humpin, that One-Hundred-and-
Twenty Fifth-Street beat until las
month";"
Having stopped to talk there with
you every night. yes.' replied. "And
the answer is-what?"
"Nothin'. just yet" replied the cop.
''I'll ease it to you in a minnit, and
then you'll roll around on the pave
ment and dish me up more of that boot
stuff than I'll be able to stand. The
start is, then. that this 12-pound bogus
of me hoped along about three
months ago. All O. the wimmin folks
said he was a ringer for me. It lis
tened pretty good, but couldn't see
1t.
This guy had no more hair than
a new cucumber, and he was that red
that If caught myself blushin' that
away I'd hep up right away that apo
plexy was givin me a run for the
wad, and get fixed out for quick
cash-in. They told me It was all right
for new one to look red like that;
but couldn't get used to it.
Back, now, to that post in the
business district of One Hundred and
Twenty-f1fth street where, until they
switched me down here, I pounded
the flags every day and did the best /
could to keep anybody from snitchin'
on me.
There's big department store on
that beat where, when the wimmin
with babies kite along. they can check
the kids and leave EN- in charge Of
trained nurses while they pick up their
skirts to do a stampede on the bargain
counters.
THAT baby-checking department is
where / got in so Dutch that every
time ! look at myself in the glass
want to put on pair of cheaters SO
that won't know myself.
Il was passin' by that department
store one night about six weeks ago,
dom the final brick pound before
ringin' meself into the station, when
the Waterman of the plant, a gink I
knew, steps out of the main entrance
holdin' bundle in his arms.
Look what got f'r youse,' said
the Waterman. Take this some
where's. and you got nothin' t do till
tomorrow
Then he dropped the squawker
right into my arms, and there was
nothin' to it. He had shifted the re-
sponsibility for live one on to me.
and how to take care o. the package
was up to me.
Il opened up the shawl and took a
slant, but that didn't git me nothin'
It was just red little plumber, like all
the rest of EN- at that age. and he was
easin' the same kind o. squeals out O.
him that all of EN- toss when they're
there with the appetite an nobody
around to fix things up for EN-.
'Fine!' says to the Waterman
of the department store. I am crazy
over this work; but what am sposed
to do with it?'
"'All you gotta do is to take him
to the station house and buy fifteen
or twenty dollars worth O. perfectly
good milk and bottle and a rubber
tube and some aprons and stuff like
that, and jes' take care O. the little
Teller until somebody zephyrs along t.
claim him.
Il didn't mind the watchman's kid
din, but 1t was new medicine, blieve
me, t pack around parcel that never
stopped bleatin' long enough for guy
t listen for flat-wheeled car, and to
stack up in front O. the job O. car
ryin' that kind of prisoner jes IA
blocks t. the station house, where l
happened to be hangin' my badge.
But, seem that the Waterman had
unloaded the package on me while l
wasn't lookin', went through with it.
There was all-night drug store on
the corner where they sold milk
and the gear { ease milk into very
young systems. with rubber thing
at the end to bite. and fell f'r the