The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-02-06

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 "Color, romance hooey! You were balmy over such bunk even at old rah, rah Fullerton" Burke
 chuckled. Chuckling was the easi- est thing he did. Then he sobered.
 Ages and ages ago, those days when he and Henshaw had attend
 ed Fullerton high together. Twelve years! Now he was a cop. Well, he had a job anyhow, and he, was mighty thankful for that, what with his parents, and Mary and the two children.
 People liked Burke, men for his geniality, old ladies for his unfatl- ing courtesy, young ladies for his respectful gallantry, children for his smile, his jovial greetings, the humorous twinkle in his clear blue
 eyes.
 "Fancy finding you here at Pedroi" Henshaw was saying. "Queer, how you run into people years afterward. I'd lost you com pletely. Where's that kid brother,
 Brawn, you used to watch over so
 anxiously?" Burke's freshly colored face clouded. Don't know" he an- swered gravely. "East somewhere the last I heard, five years ago. Went rather to the bad after we left Fullerton. Say, Hen, if you want stories of the waterfront go talk to Dutch Provitchi wonder at the Coney Island. Dutch has watched the parade here so long he knows everything that ever hap pened in Pedro besides lot, I sus- pect, that never happened at all. Me, I'm just 8 hard-working cop who's mighty glad he's got a job." Henshaw nodded, starting across the street toward the lunch count CT indicated.
 ANYTHING BREAKS I
 CAN GET A STORY"
 Anything breaks I can get a story out of tip me off, will you, Beef" he urged on parting. Burke
 waved a friendly hand.
 A wisp of smile creased the cor ners of Henshaw's mouth then flickered out. That old Fullerton nickname, distinguishing JO @
 Burke from Jim, the mammoth younger brother over whom Joe
 watched like a hen over a chick.
 The officer turned north on Har- bor Boulevard along his regular
 beat, his thoughts none too cheer full. He had had plenty to be gloomy about before this meeting with Henshaw brought back the old days of careless youth and soaring ambition. He had expected to study law. But responsibilities p Ax- <nn L. ways it had been like that - re- responsibilities. This morning he left home with it ringing in his cars little Jane must have 8 warm coat, Jackie needed both coat and shoes. Mary, dear. long suffering Mary,
 had brought these things up. as lightly as possible. saying they could put them off till his next pay day.
 And she had not mentioned her own need for coat, but Joe knew. the shabbiness of the old one cried aloud to even his masculine senses. And his mother-he had watched with an aching heart while she strove uncomplainingly to read with glasses that had fitted her none to well ten years ago. AL ways 1t was like that-one crying need in his family treading the heels of another and both crowd- ing a third. Officer Burke felt his shoulders dropping and squared them resolutely.
 He rang in from the box near the Port offices edging the water.
 Burke" came clipped voice, "hurry down to West Basin. Dope runner came in this morning. Schooner boat, auxiliary power, swell locker painted white but no name, only the registry, A-6421. Butch Smith, young big shot in dope, new to us, believed on board right now. Just up from Ensen- ada. A narcotics man is going down soon to search her but you hop an L. A. electric and nab Butch."
 Burke boarded an east-bound