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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 16, 1912, Image 13

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"Y'ER UNDER ARREST"
What Came From Being a
Real Honest-to-Goodness "-
Copper.
Number 1112 of the Suburban
Mounted, dreaming of tho- blue
eyes of Norine O'Dea, roused .it
the steamboat-ljke honkincr of an
approaching car1. Far down the
quiet, shady avenue, agreat, trim,
red roadster came filing Yes,
flying a? all men might see b
thje.swirl of choking- dust, the
rapidly increasing appearance of
the big machine, the. very croueh-ant-attitudeofrthe
wrapped , an
goggfed chauffeur. , "
"Sure, an' thim folks are goifl"
some," murmured No. 11J2 lie
clucked his big, sleek roan Into a
position commanding thev IvghV
way. J
"Or-ronk, c-r-ronk c-r-onk,
c-r-r-ronk!" warned the great red
roadster. A musical humming
smote the crisp morning air it
was the triumphant, 'defiant song
of thej$25,000 1910 model, blind
to the ways of suhurban police
men, knowing no'metes or bounds
of ordinances and law.
No. 1112 reached " easily back
fof his hip pockef. Something
grim and shiny "came ' -out and
rested upon the pommel of his
saddle.
"Sassy and sinful he mur
mured. "Well, we'll see."
The big juggernaut came on relentlessly.-'
The chauffeur made
frantic, threatening gestures. In
andther-mintife the crash, clash
and splatter -of horse, car and rid
ers. Then the great machine
slacked with a sudden slide and
jar; the inmates gathered them
selves from the tangle on the
front seat pf the car, and No. 1 112
trotted up".
"Ye're arristed !" he announced
cheerily.
The chauffeur climbed down
and came over to the officer. "Do
you know whom you've stop
ped?" He whispered "Why,
that is Chas. Freylinghausen Irv
ing, the multi-millionaire."
"An' it mighfhe Brian Boru or
Saint Pathrick himself," said No.
1112. "But I can't help it. Right
about with yer big speed boy."
A big, rnddy,vEnglish-whisker-ed'man
craned out of the car.
"Look here, officer, "he blustered.
"I could have s you fired that
quick." He snapped his fingers
aggressively.
- "Fire away," defied 1112.
The bjg man whispered to the
chauffeur, and the cliauffeur
again approached the policeman.
"Here," he whispered, extending
a crisp $100 bill, "we're in a preci
ous hurry this morning."
"No. 1 1 12 only, shook his club
Ihreateningly. "Get in yer red ex
press train," he commanded. "If
they anny more talkin' they'll be
double charges on the slate."
A cranking to the mutter of
profanity; a mighty chugging
and, scowling, and the big road
ster faced about -for the district
sub-station, where Chas. Frey
linghausen Irving gave bond for
his appearance.
3-Therewas'a mighty whispering)
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