Evening star., 1936-03-22
= 60y comes to the ''5Vckea cV"-
Uo qulck-sntted cops do a big might's s0o,
by ERNEST POOLE
ut EAvE it alone, Danny, leave it
alone" murmured Buck Riley
\ to his friend Maybe we can
- ,,ce II tonight "

use II tOnlRnt.
Two precinct plainclothesnen out for a
stroll stood in Madison Square looking down
on lean lad with tanned freckled face, who
recined on bench serenely unconscious of
the late night crowds pouring by. In his sleep
he keeled over on one side and his hat had
fallen to the ground - but with one hand on
his heart he seemed to be sunk in dreams OF
bliss. Buck stopped and shifted him. Not
drop! Then what was he so happy about and
whered he been to sleep like that1 Country
boy lust come to town with money on him,
Buck surmised And so he suggested to his
friend:
Its a nice little set-up, Danny boy. Let's
stick around here for while
They went to a bench some distance off
and proceeded to watch the boy. They hadn't
watched long when beady-eyed New York
rat came prowling by. He sat down by the
sleeper's side He did not stay more than
minute or two. but after he had gone. they
could see that the hand over the sleeper's
heart had been shifted to one side. Content
edly Buck and his friend Dan got up from
their bench and met the rat.
Let's see what you took off him, son.
suggested the complacent cops. Indignant
protests did no good. Quickly they searched
him and produced bulging old black pocket
book. Nor could he tell what was inside. The
snarling rat was taken by Dan to the station
house not far away. while Buck, approaching
the sleeper once more, gently replaced the
pocketbook.
Sleep, boy. sleep. We need you." he muir
INJURED. Then he went back to his distant
bench and when Dan returned from the sta
ton house, they both watched with interest
fatherly looking man who had now sat down
by the sleeper and seemed to pity the country
boy. He too, soon rose and strolled away. lie.
too, was grabbed; the search again revealed
the bulging pocket book and second morsel
of New York crime was started to the station
house.
Don't be too long about it, Dan. We seem
to be workm' fast tonight"
Left alone with the pocket-book, Buck
Riley took look inside. As he did so. he gave
a start of surprise. Honey" he chucl<led
happily. What honey for the fiies!"
0mCe IIOTe dpIUOdCliuR lliC Souiiuy IVY
he slid the honey back into the left breast
pocket and placed the hand back over the
heart. Then he retired and waited for flies.
And as the night drew slowly toward the
dawn, the great city's underworld produced
them of all ages, sizes - dark men, light men,
fat men, thin men. old men, youngsters,
wicked and wise And the wise ones noticed
Buck and Dan in the distance and went on
their way, but the foolish ones stopped. And
again and again the honey was sucked. then
yielded to the strong hands of the law. When
eleven choice New Workers, savagely cursing
the country boy. had been locked up for the
night, Buck said to his companion:
We'll, Danny. guess we'll call it a day.
Go on to bed and leave me here to give him
back his pOcket-book."
The sleeper showed signs of waking Rest
less STRINGS, sudden shifts. At last he sat up
with jerk and threw startled. blinking look
up at the tall buildings looming in the light
of dawn.
Gosh! Where am II"
One hand leaped to his trousers pocket and
brought out a couple of five-dollar bills.
Money safe. But the pocket-book? When he
felt for it and found it gone, he searched all his
clothes and then gave groan.