The Washington times., 1918-08-25

~why, hello, KsrrigAn!" said. not quite
sure that recognized an old patrolman of
the City Hall precinct Have I got you
rightI"
fright a. rain In August" he assured
me, heartily squsesing my hand in his huge
horny nst Its been a long time since
i've put an eye on ye, boy, and ye've be-
come almost Q man. but l have a way OF
rememberin' mugs that used to come in
handy when I Wss on the force which may
be youn recall ysrselt"
did. Ton KsrFisAn's ability to remem-
Der fscss and names had been . thing of
wonderment and envy among the old Park
ROW gang. Let him give Q crook one
glance and Rsrrisan never seemed to for
ret him; hsnceiorth no alteration or dis
Euise the rascal might assume was suffL
cIent to deceive the big patrolnAn.
Why Ton was permitted to remain a
mere patrolman had pusSisd ~; in our
opinion he should have been up II Head
quarters or on the plAIn-clothss squad, at
least Nor did We ever know just why he
resigned from the force and became a
Long Island truck farmer.
IF you know where Doctor Spear lives
and are going that way, I'm In luck, Ker-
risaa," I told him
Then wen BE- on our way. son." he said.
sits not much Of . waIk for . lad that
used to chase fires and ambulance calls.
Al Il YETI"
"Oh, I'm special writer now. Get my
name on that sort Of stun. Been over on
the other side where they're doing little
aghting. Took look at the old war and
wrote lot Of dope about II. Told them
how to stop Il, but NJ to date they've ig-
nored my advice
A rumbling groIi began low down in
KerTigan's deep chest. rolled upward into
his throat, and exploded In . remark that
would have done trooper proud. It'll be
stopped" he declared. Before long it'll
be stopped There's one way to stop 1t.
They'll ind outi'
There's only one way" returned, "and
that's By superior might-a nght to our
last penny and the last drop Of our blood"
walking north, We left the clustered
houses behind as and came out into open
spaces. Over our shoulders 70 the left
faint rsd-gold sunset sftsrgiov lay low.
impereeptibly paling away. The full moon
had yet to rise more than an hour hence
to qusnch the angry red Of Mars. begin
ming to burn like . ruby coal above the
edge Of the world. We were startled by a
falling AeroIits that blazed a breathless
Strsak OF light against the purple sky be-
fore 1t appeared to plunge into Little Neck
Bay.
"shootin' start" grunted Kerrigan.
'Taint . good sign. Things happen az
tsrward"
How are you making It with your truck
tarfnr asked.
-oh. $3.50. But It's work. I'm sort of
. carstaker for some places round here,
Doctor spearf He don't have visitors
often"
explained briefly Hes a friend of
mine, added 1--WE known him for years"
Dinner party!" said the old patrolman,
evidently surprised. ''Tain't like him.
Folks say he's BIT cracked II I'd known
/ could have gone round tomorrow. Now
I've started, and you don't know the way.
I'll keep on anyhow. His bungalows one
Of them places have charge Of"
80 they think he's crazy around here,
do they?"
"oh, didn't say crazy; Just a little
queer. But that's because be amt mixer.
Hear he's great when II comes to chopin
on legs and arms. Suppose some people
like that kind Of job. Not for met
We a0W rharo the hOuSpS Wnrp
scattered thlnly. Ahead was a region OF
still duskinsss in which scarcely window
cleaned.
vagrant breeze brought odd music to
my ears. It hoated out Of the mystic dusk
before Us. II was like Pan himself, piping
sWestly. ] grabbed my companions big,
hard -muscled arm. "Liste9!" | breathed.
Now what is a blind beggar doing out
here at this hour, even with dog to lead
himf wondered Kerrigan.
II was a flute. The tune was one that
has ever stirred all the sentiment of my
nature, The words OF the old Irish song
ran through my head:
Kathleen Mavourneen, the grey dawn
is breaking,
The horn OF the hunter is heard on
the hill;
The lark from her light wing the
bright dew is shaking,
Kathleen Mavourneen. What! slum-
bering still?
Never had II moved me more; never had
Il given me such a queer, unaccOuntable
feeling | was remarkably entranced. My
heart swelled and a singular tingling
flowed all through me. thought again of
Anita and that night in Paris when | was
to leave with the coming morning.
"Come on said Kerrigan. 81 dunno
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