Evening Star Newspaper, April 27, 1924, Page 74

THE SUNDAY BTAR, WASHINGTON. D. © APRIL 27, Hich and Handsome. BY GERALD BEAUMONT A Cop, a Cat, a Conscience, a Bruiser and a Girl. ATIE WILLIAMS was fop call- ing out the fire department. This would have placed the sharp tack of disiilusion- ment In the path of romance. Never would the lads of No. 29 have for- given her, for it was 6:30 in the morning, and already that night they had estinguished a fire in’the gar- bage dumps, hauled an automobile out of the Tth street canal, and con- vinced a woman on Telegraph avenue that she was only suffering from a nightmare. Just in time Fate took a hand in the situation and nudged Officer Joe Hanrahan, standing three blocks distant. Twenty-seven of age, height five fect ten inches. weight 182, Joe ‘walked northward along his beat, em- ploying the dignified, measured step which is prescribed in the instruc- tions arnd was deviked by the devil &8 the most monotonous and tiresome thing on earth. Other keep warm in the cold or rain by walking briskly. they may nse the s thelr leg museles by varying tl 25 pleasure dictates. but patrolman ke Joo | pneumonia by placing the piement under his shirt between the shoulder blades, and the classified ad | section on his chegt. Then he straps seven pounds of gun and cartridges around his waist, with the belt run through the suspenders to ease the weight of the holster, shoves a club into a pocket that holds the right leg stiff from thigh to dds the bulk of handcufts, keps and a night lamp to the rest of his official impadi- | menta, and saunters majestically alone | in the dark, dreaming of a day beat and | a corporalship. For such the lode- | star of life is the unwritten code of the palice department. “High and handsome. lad—to the last breath! Rounding the corner Pearl uve- nue and Hawthorne. Ofiicer Hanrahan came upon beauty in distress in the | person of Katie Willlams. uineteen and fair to look upon. Katic was clad v a pink wrapper, bedroom | siippers and a boudoir cap copied | trom a $4.95 model displayed in the| window fo Cooper & Hustings. | Three frantic waves from reinforced by a clear soprano ons, and Joe broke into situat unfolded and slowed up. From the -toot telegraph solate Persian kitten areival. The slim pealed to the st ar. men may Katie, | sum- a run. The | the officer | roxsbars o pole a discon- eyed the new ion in pink ap- Iwart figure in blue. | “Oh, T'm glad you came!” cried | Katie “The poor thing must have| becn up there all night. 1 heard her | but 1 couldn't imagine where | As as it light | endugh | came out to see. You know, t cross the street that | soon was ere’s Lecps buildogs “Well, weli? cat, miss “Why, of course,"said Katic name is Irfs. a said Joe it 1our| Her | d I'm going to enter | her in the show next month. Her father is Pasha Sedate, champion sire of the P'ucifie Coast. and <h¥ cost e 85 “Yon n't 2 Jor extracted his polished club and tapped the pole authoritatively “Hey:” _he commanded. “Come aown ouffr thar! | Tie daughter of Pasha Sedate :un\tl her claws mofe firmly into the cross- bar. As plainly as feline vocal pow- org permitted. Katie Williams' Per- eian indicated its contempt for police | authority Then, conscious of Katie's provine ¢ Joe leaped the Jowes caught it as- | cended & to the jev the | crossbars. “ome here. for and 1 of foot T rou little devil® Joe. reaching out one hand ITH feminine beat the offi i her resting piace for the flat| ce of the police cap, discovered | its instability, and swung down to| Hanrahan's collar. A brand-new | =ample of poliee headgear flopped to- ward the dusty sidewalk. and Joe said something that to be {3 on to| while descend- | incons, hard for a bureheaded preserve his dignity ng a sisty-foot pole with a cat | «viinging to his neck Joe managed | 1t, but he felt that appearances were | against him. In the subsequent sun- | shine of Katic's grateful smile, how- cver, this sense of disadvantage van- | ished. | “Thank you, ever so much!” beamed Katie. “Gracfous! [ don't sec how | vou could climb that big pole so| easily, Mr.—Mr——" “Hanrahan,” said Joe. “Twas | nothing at all. I'm glad to be of sorvice to you, Miss—Miss- " “Williams” prompted “Mother has just opened keéry shop on the cormer. 11| think I noticed you passing by yes terday morning about § o'clock.” “Did You, now?’ Wl welll 1 comeg off duty about that time every worning. You know, that's the prettiest cat T ever saw.” “Oh, do you really think so? ctied Katte. She held up Iris in a manner that invited closer inspection. Joe ac cepted the invitation. The rose wrap- per and the blue mantle of the law were theillingly close. Round the corner clattercd a milk wagon | “Gracious!” said Katie. “Mother will be wondering what's become of me. I'm awfully sorry to have put vou to all that hother. Good-bye, Mr. Hanrahan, and thank ever 50 much.” ‘That's all right.” said Joe. bye, Miss Willlams. Call on time at all.” Joe £oon astonished his mother by Aaveloping a taste for buns that could only be obtalned early in the morn- ing at a bakery on the corner of Pear: avenue and Hawthorne. Katie amaged her mother by volunteering to open the store ten minutes earlier and wait on the customers without | assistance. Gradually their conver- | mation outgrew the subject of cats and entered the field of past experi- anees and futufe Prospects. Katie Jearped that Joe lived alone with his: mother and that the first step up the | ladder of success for him would come | with the corporal’s stripes. ' “Oh, it won't be long before vou're gaid Katie. “I'm sure of | Katie up the said Joe you, “iood- me any Jos learned that Mrs. Williams was | =» widow and that Katle's brother was | Joekey Willlams, who ran a cligar wtose on Telégraph avenue and man- aged prise fighters; also that Katle heped some day they could afford to meve into & nicer part of town. Of course, there was no significance in the fact that she cited the Hanrahan neighborhood as an example of gen- eral that desirability. Joe appreciated “But,” said he, “it won't be long before you're copping off some ewell and getting a home of your own.” Katie blushed and Joe laughed joy- ousiy. It was u lot of fun. Ofcer Hanrahan did his best in the courtship of Katie labored under many Williams, but he handicaps. He took his work serfously, which meant that he did not shirk from an arrest when it seemed proper, even though that meant breaking his date next day. hours of the stood on the corner of Pearl Katie the the arly with Sometimes in morning he venue and Hawthorne looking up at Katid's window and wishing that & burglar would come along or a fire break out %0 that he could perform the “high und handsome “Nothing me lumented. “Sure, her to marry that.” k% ow was he had already 1 Myrtle Gannon. guged to the bailift of 7, all about the splendid quali- of Officer Hunrahan? Katie be sure like couldn’t get up the Truly. such prob- chum, No. tie could a girl a4 wonderful loved lher if nerve to say Tk man he s0? me on to know In Katie's behals has the do but rescue the blamed c lttie girl seen can’t be the strength of Katie rned her who was en- Police Court that from And how that Joe actually lems must be left to the inscrutable operations ot juncture fate, complicated matters which at this by troducing the tertium quid. Officer Hanralian of a tertium quid, but when t just the same had he recognized big Marcel Legrand showed up. 280 lpounds, six feet three. gorgeous as a Greek god and fault of quick 4 cat lttle Jockey | knew nothing about the dreams of a | ;h-’\rnb- buil and cared less That was the Williams, who Lt ohe | askin’ | fo- | never heard | | ma | dertul Katle's | with hix $1.740 a vear brother was heavyweight champion to his stable of fighters. Therefore, when the magnificent physical director of the Balboa Athletic Club won the amateur heavyweight championship of the Pacific Coast Jodkey Williams was an interested spectator at the ring- side. ambitious to add a Thrice did Kalie's brother inveigle | flat (r\‘-‘r\ the bakery at Pearl and Hawthorne, | Marcel Legrand to the little each time expanding upon the golden possibilities. that a ted them in the professional field. On the third eve- ning Marcel, with his eyes on Katle Williams, agreed to become the next heavyweight champion of the world and the business partner of Katie's brother. Thus did fate, with a single move, bestow further advantages on a man a'ready codowed by nature with every charm at the same time put OMcer Joe Hanrahan square- 1y up against it Jookey Wilitams Marcel Lesrund's professional wag proporly heralded in the papers. The litUe clgur vendor how to pick the Tight sort uf ponent and where to secure agent that kuew his business. The new glant of the ring became an overnight sensation. Ie was. in the language of the press agent, “a per specimen of physical manhood, credit to the game. a gontleman, and possessed of all the qualifieations of a champion.” saw 1o at debut Wa- knew an op- press su- Officer Hanrahan read the papars and heard from Katie's own lips that! Marcel was to get $2,000 for his next appearance n you tmagin said Katie. “Two thousand dollars for just a few minutes in the ring! And my brother says that's nothing to what he'll in the future Isn't it won all this in Wouderfu! would tell Well world Joe Hanralan it was. Joe. pounding the the - VERY HARD FOR A BAREHEADED COP TO PRESERVE HIS o I')slan'Y WHILE DESCENDING A TELEPHONE POLE WITH A CAT CLINGI! G TO HIS NECK. sidewalks and wearing the classified ads for an overcoa He plodded moodily along his beat, testing mecchanically the front door locks of his stores, peering through shop ,windows at the incandescent lamps that hung over his safes. Walking north to the corner of Pearl and Hawthorne, he looked up at the silent dows of the Williams' flat, » Katle lay asleep with patent curlers on her tresses. And there, in the depressing fog of * early morn, with none to bear witness of what it cost him, Officer Hanrahan did the high and handsome” in behalf of Katie Willlams and renounced his dreams. “Do It right now, lad,” he told him- | self. “Don’t be letting the little girl | think that maybe she's not doing the | square thingshy you. "Tis too good chan for Katie to pass up, you'll forget all uhout it by the time they're war i Maybe when the Kids come a'll have a day ent, Joe, in" ‘em out from | under the o ong ¥ nd be p achin - UT (Lo uight of the Auditoriu the police ball in ah, that was when it hurt! Ever since Irik, daughter of Pasha Sedate, had e caped from the son of Ulysses via a sixty-foot pole Officer Hanrahan had t sured a vision of himself and Williams walking arm in arm in the grand march that began at 11 o'clock. He was tempted even now to try und realize this one dream, | even thoukh he knew why Jockey | Williams bought two tickets from him, and then two more. -The first | two were for the midget and hie girl; | the other nair would go, undoubtediy, Katie to big Marcel Legrand and Katie. While Officer Hanrahan was wrest- ling with temptation, fate merci- fuily settled the matter for him. The long-expecied tong war broke out,| | with three 1lings on the first night. The newspapers put the polica on the gl The Chinatown squad wak doubled. vacations were canceled. the customary day off suspended and the strect men compelled to cover the |territory of those who had bren transferred. Promptly the night life took advantage of the situation, and the usual winter crime wave rose 1o | {a crest. When the police ball came along Joé went to bed at 2 o'clock in the | afternoon, and was roused nine hours | later by his mother 1 ‘| the sieep exhaustion. On the way to the station he passed the Auditorium and stopped to g mpse of fat e waited until he saw Katie | swinging past in the arms of hand- some Marcel Legrand. Then he walked on to the station and soberly donned his uniform. Now, there is a grapevine telegraph by which Cupid, even in the gulke of a cop, may keep moge or less ue- quainted with the lov§ affairs of the neighborhood. Joe told himself that everything was going very well. Marcel Legrand was sporting dl monds. Next he appeared in a scar- ict racing car. Old Lady Grauss, who ran the grocefy on the opposite cor- ner from the bakery, told Joe that Katie was eporting a diamond ring “e0 big again us your head.” “The days passed, and Jos waited for the denouement. but none came. Tnstead thers was a rumor, a word here and there, which he had diffi- culty in believing, until one cvening on his way downtown he saw Marcel in the red car with a flashily dreswd brunette beside him. Next morning Ofcer Hanrahan bought a package | of pipe tobacco from old Lady Grauss and tactfully broached the subject of the general welfare of the Willlams family. “It vas not so0 goot as it might be," sighed the proprietor of the grocery. “Only last night I vas talkin’ mit Mrs. Willlams, und she say dot Katie vas all proke up about someding. Mein Gott! 1 have told Otto vun hundred dimes it vas lucky ve have ne kirls.” That was the day Officer Hanraban, in civillan dress end with his lips buttoned up tgiht, went without sleen in order that he might wait outside Jookey Williams® cigar store for { Marcel Legrand and fullfil the duty | of Cupid the Cap. | Late in the afternoon he button- | holed the pugilist and led him to the | curbstone witness stand. The crose- oxamination was brief and to the point. “Is there any ordinance against my coing with any dsme 1 want to® pro- ‘tested Marcel. “Since When did the city authotize cops to be butting into private affairs™” “Shut up!” Joe commanded. “No man is going to play fast and loose with the girls on my beat, even if | he's twice the size of youwunder- stand that now!’ “You bulls are brave guys.” Marcel sneered, “coming around with a gun and a club planted on you and then | trying to start something. Brave! guys, ain't you. huh? I suppose I've | een zrabbing something out of vour | harem?"” “For that,” said Joe, “I'll strip and fight you, man to man, any place you | name.’ The look &f suepicion on the huge | features of Marcel Legrand gave way to a eatisfied grin. Here was some- thing he understood. | “I'll call that bluf," he grunted.| “Back of Jockey's cigar stand there's a room fitted out as training quar- | ters. We'll fight nice and clean— “Clean or rough,” said Officer Han- rahan, "I name but one condition.” “upit it out!” “You marry Katie Willlams lick you.” | | “sav” confided Marcel Legrand edrnestly, “if you lick me I'll marry that Tat lay in thd cireus | * % k% } OCKEY WILLIAMS, WNho was the sole witness to the fight, did his best to hush it up. This was one case where nothing was to be gainea | by publicity. To a few intimate | rriends, however, he supplied the | details. | “The cop was game, all right, but he didn’t have mo chance. Marcel | kney too much. Naw, I don't know what ‘it was all about, and, for the love of Mike, don't go spreading the news. I don't want no run-in with the police department.” | But.Marcel Legrand was not 86 die- | creet. Tn a few days it was all over the district that the heavy-weight wonder had beatén up a cop In a private battle, and that if Jockey Williams had not exercised the privi- leges Of & referee and suspended it 1 and | | hit it on the head that | cautioned. hostilities after the Arth knockdown the North Beaeh station would be L @isplaying a flag at haif-mast 1924—PART 5. THE CHAMPION REARED BACK WITH HIS GLOVES HIGH, PAWING THE AIR. These things reached the ears of Corporal Dan Malloy, who took up the matter tactfully with Officer Hanrahan “*Tis against human nature, Jos, he sald. “but vou must keep your hands off the big man unless the law is on your side. We're paid to en- force the peace, not to break it. If it was only Dan Malloy, speakin’ to Joc Hanrahan, I'd say, to it, Joe, and muy the best man win' You know that, Joe. But the Ktripes are on me arm, and we've both taken the oath. Corporal Malloy to Offi- cer Hanrahan, ‘Condu.t reelf ac- cording to the regul wns or resign from the departmcn What answer does he get?” Officer Hanrahan starcd off into the darkness, but he =aw no escape from the dilemma. His mind reacted clowly to the stern call duty Mechanically he touched his cap, and Malloy, Interpretinz the salute cor- rectly. returned it and moved away without another word Once aguain fate Willlams by the and threw him tower of destiny. a privatéd interview with rahan. ‘ou want to fight Legrand again?" he asked. “™is againet the law, rahan sadly. my superior.” “There's no law against a boxing mateh,” ®aid Williams. “I can get You on with Marcel in tho main event at the Auditortum two weeks from now. There's no dough in it. The show is a benefit for the Children's Hospital, but—-" “*Tis not a boxin' lesson that T want to give him,” Hanrahan pro- tested. “I can’t do anything in four rounds and with gloves on my hands. 1t's locked up in a room with him that I want to be, and that's against the law “Of course. ain't goofy little Jockey seruff of the neck iffto the switching 'he midget sought Joe Han- took & Han- “I've been forbidden by it's against the law. 1 Here. 'l toll you what's in my mind. This biz guy is so swelled up [ can't do nothin’ with him. Je won't train and he won't take no advice from anybody. What that guy needs most to make him a champion is to hear the ecanaries singin’ just once—understand? He'll | soak up more wisdom from a right | smash to the chin with the referee| bending over him tickin' em off. than he'll get ont the public library. Are you listenin'® “I am,” said Hanrahan him all 1 had once before, wasn't enough, and, as God is my witnees, he hit me so hard he split my shoe. RBut go on with your pian.” Jockey Williams pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Now, if I get permicsion from the chief, and 1 show you how to protect yourself from a left and shoot your punches straight, will you take a chance with my fathead? Remember, it's all jake £o far as the law’s con- cerned. This is for a noble charity.” Hanrahan's eyes narrowed to slits A brand-new “I gave but it idea occurred to him. “I'm not wishin' to shame the big man fn public,” he ventured. *'Tis not part of my plan to interfere with | his success.” Jockey Williams jection away. “You wom't do laughed this ob- no mere than throw a scare into him. Even if you was to drop him for the count, exhibition bouts with an amateur don’t figure in a guy's record. All I want you to do is knock some sense into him, so's he don’t o chasing—— “Ah!” Hanrahan oxelaimed. “Tou time. It the | chief rays it's all right, I'll put my- | self tn your hands.” Jockey Willlams nodded. “This 18 just between ourselve “I'll tell Marcel that T'm Jjust giving him a chance to duplicate in public what he did under cover. 'l sénd Bpider Harrison over to the | police gym afternoons and you can work with him. He's been sparring | with Legrand and will know what to show you.” “Much obliged.” sald Hanrahan. “How—how's Katie these daya?" Jockey Willlame' blue eyes looked sharply at the former patron of his| motheMs bakery. “Katie's all right, 1 guess,” he de- liberated, “only—well, you know how girls ere. They think that just bde- causs a fellow takes ‘em out once in a while— “H'm!" eaid Joe. “She's entitled to think &0, and 'tis Hanrahan that will make things come out all right. Just you tell her not to worry her head. 1t 1 can—" Jockey Williams shake hands warmly. “That's the way to talk,” he com. plimented. “Everybody has their 1it- tle fallings out, but it don't mean nothin’. I says to her only last night, ‘He'll come back to you, kid, and then all you ot Lo do is kiss and mak up’ Aln't T right?’ : “That's (t.” agreed Joe. ‘“Go fix it up with the chief, and I'll pound some senss into the Big man until he does the right thing. Did Chiet Walter Dugdale offer any interrupted to | objections? -Well, it was Mrs. Thorm- S | sleep in | ant dyke Wellington, patroness of the Children's Hospital and sister-in-law of Mayor Sabin, who requested the services of Police Officer Hanrahan. “My dear lady," assured the chief, ‘“the repartment welcomes the oppor- tunity to be of assistance. Put me down for a row at the ringside.” *ox % % 7 was @ gala night that Fate and ockey Williams arranged fh be- half of the Children's Hospital A greal auditorium, and vibrant with thick with smoke excitement. Grac- ing the main floor sat the rank and file of the city admiuistration, back- ing Joe Hanrahan to a man. In the galleries were the adherents of the champion. thousands, whose rallying cry was, “Get the cop!” Btrung along the back wail stood paid preservers of the peace who had gone without lhope of seeing one of their brothers maintain the honor of the department. Ten o' ck came. disposing of the preliminaries and elevating fhe cur- tain on the main event. There were introductions and speeches and wild eers, and then a hush of expec- ney. Over in one corner was Mar- cel Legrand. the mighty athlete with the flour-barrel chest. Facing him sat Palice Officer Joe Hanrahan, almost fifty pounds lighter, tight-lipped, square-jawed, and with a flame shin- ing hie eyes. The referes waved every one clsé out of the ring. The bell clanged, a blanket of darkness descended on the audience, leaving only the hooded arc trate canvas their brilliance on the white The referee looked about him and then. nedded briskly to the timekeeper. The bell clanged. For (wo' rounds the fighting oop was held on the defensive. Lika an on a hot rock, Joe Hanrahan hopped around in a vain effort to protect himsell from the terrific as- sault of his oppoment. But Marcel Legrand was too clever and fast. He feinted the pummeling policeman wide open, smiled derisively and crashed a straight left again and again to Hanrahan's head until the blood began to stream from open eye- brows, and groans of dismay from the main floor were lost in the hoarse tumult of approval from the cham- pion’s adherents. “You're doin’ all right.” enconraged Spider Harrison during the minute of rest. “The big guy will blow up in another round. He hasn't been train- ing. Just step around a little faster and box him. Use your own left hand like T been showing you. Don't let him pin you in the corne: But the third round was only a repetition of the others. Back to the corener went Marcel Legrand to flop on his stool. wave one hand at the jubilant galleries, then grin at his opponent with amused complacency. That fronical twist of Mareel Le- grand’s lips was a far more serious blunder than the one committed by Jockey Williams. Through the warm blood streaming into his eyes, Joe Hanrahan beheld the grinning fea- tures of his tormentor and 3 Ereat madness seized him. Spider Hatrison was trying to bellow instructions through the din, but his advice fell | upon deaf eare. Hanrahan's nostrils expanded, the pupils of his eyes grew dark and small. and the cloak of civilization dropped from his bruised flesh. Ranished were the patlent in- structfons of Jockey Williams, gone was the chivalrous purpose which had sent him into the ring, forgotten was the sober sense of paternailsm that an officer of the Nothing remained but a quivering fg- ure, shorn to the paesion of the prim- itive cave man, and facing the mook- ing giant who had come between him and his girl "HE beil rang. Out from one cor- ner flashed a hurricane. There was a ctash in Marcel's corner and the champion fell back against the fopes. A tanxle of arms, faster than the eye could follow, and Legrand broke away. After him rushed a nat. ural fighter, eyes blurred, body Ltulsed, but resistiess ae an ava- lanche. A clinch, a rapid break- away—and then two men standing head to head and toe to tos—each heedlexs of evervthing but the afni- hilation of thoe other. A pile-driving lert that crashed against the body, the upward whirl of a crimeon glove that found its mark, and the unbelievable happaned; the champion totteted as a glant tree sways undet the ax. Five thousand men stood on their chalrs, and the roar of “Joe! Joe! Joe!" broke egainst the rafters. Desperately the giant tried to save himsell with one last savage swing. Tt missed, and (n return there came the clean smack of wet leather against naked flesh. The champlion rearsd back with hi gloves high, and, pawing the air, turned sidewise, and then measuted his full length on the whits canvas. ‘There, with the great auditotium a madhouse, and cutly-headed Jos Han- raban standing over him, dased and crimson, Marcel Legrand took the count—and WeVer Enew whea it was * * ghts to concen- | law acquires. | The blue-coated figures standing along the wall forgot the majestic | dignity of their office and smashed loud and unseemly noises. It was Capt. Jerry Scott himself who fought his way past overturned chairs until by the shoulder and howl the din: “Have you got any laugh tu hand us now? Youre damn right, you haven't! A harness bull out of my own station, and he does the high and bandsome against a champion! A thousand dollars xayk he can lick any man in the world! Where Is h Get outa my way before I kill some- body! In the drersing room they stripped the gloves*from Hanrahan's hands They pounded him joyouely on back, applied styptic collodion the cuts over his eyes and shoved him under the shower. There Capt. Scott found him, and delivered the most emphatic commendation in the his- tory of the department. More than that. there was a vocal postscript added by Joe's superior, in the pri- vacy of one corner with his arm around Hanrahan's shoulders “Corpl. McCarthy g tired list next Tuesda: no trouble with the examinations, Joe. T can't have a man like you walking the streets with no stripes on his eleeves. Glory to God, what a night! They tell me the big fellow hast't come around yet."” “I hope he croaks,” said Joe.-which shows that madness still possessed the €oul of Ofcer Hanrahan. But gradually the red fog cleared from his mind, and at fifteen minutes past midnight the conqueror of Mar- cel Iegrand was once again patrol- | ling his beat, this time with wumerous | bumps and bruises added to his offi- | cial aceouterment. Under the classi |fled ads Joe's heart performed its | tunction apathetically. | "By golly. he reflected. “T lick a man to make him marry Katie, and now they're going to promote me. Sure, if they'd only done that before, he'd have had to lick me to get her! *Tis a devil of a trick they've played {on you, Joe!" through to s on the re- You'll have | %A= MALL wonder that Joe's mind was far aficld when his weary legs paused on the corner of Pearl avenue and Hawthorne. Strange that at this moment Katie Williams should open little wider, and | her tront door a | was just Iooking for Tris, daughter of Pasha Sedate. Quite likely, since Iris was even then nonchalantly erossing the strest, entirely unaware that the screw-tailed son of Ulysses the Great had just spotted her. A rush of padded feet and Iris made for the nearest safety station. Un- fortunately the munieipal light com- pany had only that aftérnoon removed certain poles fn favor of an under- ground conduit. There was only a hole in the ground where Iris had expected to find use for her claw Nearby stood Officer Hanrahan with his back turned. The situation called for extraordinary measures Suddenly Cupid the Cop felt the rash of a spirit hand sweep up his coat tails and clutch at the back of Ntis peck. He spun around, and swung wildly. Off went his cap. Then he | nerceived the disappointed <on of Ulysses the Great, and identified the mass of black fur clinging to his eollar, “By golly,” he Lreathed. “it's that blamed cat again! Oh. good evening, Mies Katte! Katie Williams was a little hyster- ieal. “Godd evening. Mr. Hanrahan. “Thank you for eaving my cat. T——1 hope you're no¥ hurt. Brothér'e just been telling us about your wonder- ful victory. Oh, Joe—! never did a thing to make you mad at me, and you've just broken my heart—so there!” “Broken your heart?” protested Joe. “Why, Katie, darlin’, it was only for 1ove of you that 1 licked the big fel- ler. Was 1 to let him/jilt you?" Katie's eyes rounded. “Jilt me?” Why, T wouldn't marey him if he was the last man on earth! Joe was dazed. “But you was going with him—ysu was wearing his ring!” “I only went with him a few times just to #ee If you'd get jealous, and you didn't—and it wasn't his ring.” wobbed Katie. “It was a syhtha- semething kind of a dlamend, and it cost me tour-ninaty-five. Sadie Smith sald she did that, and— and—' Officer Hanrahan made one last con- ceesion to his eonscience. “Katle, I'm éarning only a hundred and forty-ive & month, but there's an amendment to the charter comin’ up. and only this night Captain—" 1 wouldn't oaré If you sald Katte, T'1l never speak to you again! won't!" Officer Hanfahan advanced two steps. "Katle” hs whispered over her averted shoulder. “T'm looki for a daughter-in-law for my mother. tnto emithereens the ordinance againet | he could grasp Commissioner Davis | amerge on the landing. Maybe Katie | Do you think you could find me one darlin’?" The blue mantle of the law delightfully close to the slim visior in the knit cape. Around the corner came Corp. Malloy with $200 in his pocket. won that night on his su ordinate. “Well, well” said the “What.’s the charge against ) oner, Joe? tesistin® n. “Resisting. loy grinued by the clock asser on to her. Joc. 11 be your favor. When's the up?” Ofcer prisoner fluttering protests “We're askin® Father publish the banns tomorrow.” ported. “The weddin' will weeks after in St Jogeph's Dan. do you think th&t m could get some of the boys out?” “Som them?" roared Corper Malloy. “If thege's a mother's son o the whole squad that's 1 give him double duty for the n of the And. Joe, Til o band to show up, John drum major, won $300 night. T'll go call him up right Katie." whispered Joc, “it's come out high a You're champion, you hear street!” was corpora ur pris ofticer said Hanra Corporal Ma 4. “But hold a witness i case comin’ br he Hanrahan ed d overruled consu the his a latter's Moriarty he re- be two Churel be you to tu missing bt get on. th you to now goin afte: dsome arrving a rew dariin’—wait until comin' down the al not but that Katie Williams sw on the protecting arms the law “Oh. Joc, hadu't jou better until Corporal Malloy has—Jor, de But Joe Hanrahan for o reckless of the regulat He in planted another kiss on the upturne of his prisoner To the devil with claimed. “I'll be a next week!" d ecstaticu onee was Dan' corporal he ex myse 19240 Scales That Count. one were intrus of counting proximately th jhe would probably c ter part of a day. and if he wer called upon to attempt the wor every day he would really accompli but little. relativ peaking, ing the course of a year. 1t was not long ago that a mw fucturer of automobila horns sirens devised ed with 10.000 of a carpet tack usume the bet serews ar tem of smail parts & to make up su, pieces weight and a certain of scales. There are four scales. The upper, known the deposited in < ar 100 times in consevutive desired to ten plced scoop and the lower until the scales balance. Any other required number likewise Le attained by multiplyin the number units the =ma &eo0p by 5, M. The ecales « aleo be oper trary to that lehould a smail {wanted in a casc lof the larger {this manner count “scoops”, upor or smallest unit part and . 50 lower s Thus if serews its weight in 1) ord: ount 1 th it is ani are in filte scoop 0 or ed in a manner cor deseribed, if desire number of parts the contents known. I scoop are small parts are o {and quickly handied with a sonsider able saving of time and patience the stockkeeper. Glass in a Fir Tree. BOUT forty a telegraph sulator attache: Douglas Nir tre. Ateata, Cali A few years later i falling branci badly damafed it and the wire that it supporied was removed. The was growing well, adding every sun mer to its diameter a new lavor ¢ woody material, and this growt gradually pushed out round ihe bracket on all sides, leaving it burled In the tree trunk. At the end of twenty-six years the tip of the glass insulator finally dis appeated from sight and the onl trace of it was a scarcely noticeablc lump that looked liko nothing more than a healed-over branch stub. Not long ago the tree was felled and the wood was converted inte barr staves. The screech of the saw, which happened to graze the edge of the glass, called attention to this unusua foeeil. When the stave bolt was split open the story became clear in all its de tafls. The clearly defined annual rings of the rapidly growing tree form an unimpeachable historical record. The wood of (he insulator bracket i still in good condition, and the bak of which 1t was made has received a unintentional preservative treatment. belng thoroughly impregnated with the resin of the surrounding fr, years ago, it ket with an vas nailed to is said, b in