FLAHERTY AT BRIDGE
By Harold . Carter.
To be put back on patrol duty after
fourteen years of steady desk work,
and when one is approaching forty
and conscious of an increasing girth,
is enough to distress any ordinary
constituted policeman. Dennis Fla
herty was no exception to the rule.
He told his wife the news at dinner.
"They haven't got a grudge
against you, Dennis?" she asked,
fearful as all women are at the
thought that their husband's posi
tions are insecure.
"No, it's Commissioner Everett,
bad luck to him," said Dennis. "Nine
teen of us, Nora, woman, turned out
of our berths and set to pound the
sidewalks. The only comfort, is them
reformers never lasts long. No, them
reformers ain't what I'd call stayers,"
he continued, sipping his tea with
"But, Dennis, maybe you'll be set
upon by them strikers," suggested
Nora, remembering the days when
she had lain awake at night with
mental images of her husband being
waylaid by criminals and trembling
at every ring of the door bell.
"It ain't them guys I'm scared of,"
retorted her husband. "It's me corns.
Sidewalks is hard on corns and a
reformer in the street paving depart
ment, bad luck to the pair of 'em."
"But, Dennis," suggested his wife,
hopefully, "didn't the doctor say your
eyes wasn't fit for patrol duty and
you'd have to do desk duty instead?"
"That was Doc Flanagan, as good
a Cork man as ever breathed. The
new doc's a Scotchman. I saw him
yestidday. I says to him- my eyes
isn't what they used to be. .'All the
more reason for you to give up desk
work, Flaherty,' he answered. 'Your
eyes is as sound-as the ace of spades,'
he says to me, after he'd put me
through my paces. So I guess it's
the sidewalks for me, Nora."
Ever since Patrolman Flaherty, in
his earliest days, had walked into a
dynamite explosion, averring that he
had-not seen the red danger flag, he
had believed that his eyes were bad.
True, they served him well enough
at desk duty. But Doctor Flanagan
had known Flaherty in the,old coun
try, and a word from him had
brought about the transfer. Now
Flaherty was -condemned to pound
the sidewalks, at the instance of the
unsympathetic and reforming police
commissioneer, and there was no
However, he minded less than
Nora. In spite of his ample girth he
considered himself well able to de
fend the majesty of the law against
the strikers, who, with flags flying
and bands playing, paraded the busi
ness section of the town daily. There
were not enough police to preserve
order. Citizens had been sworn in on
special duty and. conflicts were frequent
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