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By Eertri tn Lebhar. T"MMY DYER had been brought up In a police atmosphere. He had made up bis mind to be a police jsan, like bis father, before he was out of skirts, and as be grew that ambition stared with him. The elder Dyer, when his son was big enough to choose a career, tried bard to dissuade him from "going on the cops." "Don't you dc It, Tommy." be said. "One policeman In this family is enough, you take my advice and keep out of a blue uniform. Becauso why? Because it's a dor's life. Believe me ho knows what I'm talking about. You go In for clerking or something respectable like that You leave the cops alone. If you become a cop you might as well make ur your mind to become a thug and a grafter, too, for the public will brand you as that, anyway, before ou've been on the Job a month. You might as well lave the game aa the name. "There ain't a man outside the force who believes that a cop can be on the level and a human being. There ain't a Magistrate on the bench as doesn't ihink that we're all a dishonest, brutal, beast) r lot. That's why most of ui becomo bad after a time because wc. don't get any credit for being good. There's good men among the cops, of course; but nobody believes In them. You take nv advice, son, and leave the blue uniform alone." Tom's father was r.hot and killed by a desperate burglar only a day after he had banded out this bitter counsel. Nevertheless, Tom Joined the force. His father's words did not dissuade him any more than Id bis father's tragic end. He felt positive that the old man had been guilty of exaggeration. Ho was confident that If a fellow kept on the level and never did anything to disgrace his manhood he would get credit for It, no matter whether be was a policeman or a bank clerk. He started tn on his new Job with the determination never to do anything that would bring shame to his good name. He remained scrupulously honest, despite plenty of strong temptation to be other ' wise. He did not "shake down" the saloonkeepers a his post. He scorned even to exact tribute In the 'orm, of a pocketful of roasted peanuts from the Italian venders who peddled their wares on . his beat. He did not use his night stlc. on defenseless prisoners. Bleating aa Impudent prisoner almost to death

was a method of reprisal which rent against his eraln. There were other members of the fores who laugbed at Tommy for his forbearance and scornfully remarked that he wculd be different after he had been "on ; the Job a little longer." But Tommy regarded these as he blacl -.heep of the face and paid no heed to their advice or their Jeers. One night, a few months after his appointment. Tommy arrested a half drunken tough, who was jaakltr: trcuble on his beat. The prisoner came unreslst.-igly to the station house. Tommy shoved him through the big swinging doors z . lined, him up against the rail before the lieu tenant's desk. "What is all this?" asked the lieutenant, scowling at the prisoner. "Drunk and disorderly," said the patrolman, taking his notebook from his pocket to enter the man's pedigree as the prisoner gave It to the lieutenant. Now, while writing in his notebook. Tommy's profile was turned toward the prisoner. The policeman was leaning with one elbow resting on the rail. The prisoner looked at hi captor, and then with a quick move he suddenly took four steps backward. With hatred for bis traditional enemies the police in his heart, his right arm suddenly :hot out and his fist caught tho unsuspecting policeman squarely on '-he nose. It was no light tap. Every muscle In the man's powerful frame was behind that blow, and the surprised Tommy went dow on the floor like a log, and arose, sick and dizzy, with the blood streaming from his nasal organ and a compound fracture in the same region. "Bring that man back he.e," yelled the Infuriated lieutenant, pointing to the prisoner, who had slunk to the other side of the room, awed by his own rash act and apprehension of Its dire consequences. Other policemen, who had run In from the adjoining rooms, seized him by the collar and dragged him to the rail. Tommy Dyer had scrambled to his feet again and stood confronting his assailant furiously. "Take him downstairs to a cell!" yelled the lieutenant. "And you go below with the doorman, OLlcer Dyer, to see that th . fine fellow doesn't try to escape. Take your nightstick with you you might want to use it." He looked at Tommy meaningly. "I'll send for an ambulance," he went on. "You'll need a surgeon to fix that

nose of yours, ana I guess tne prisoner will need an ambulance surgeon, too, by the time you, get through with him." "As the prisoner was shoved into a cell he saw his recent victim step into the doorway, club In land. "Don't kill me," he begged. "I'm sorry I did It, I really am. Have mercy on me! Don't kill me!" Tommy, the blood still streaming from his. broken nose, dropped his uplifted nightstick. Beating a defenseless enemy with a club In the narrow space of a prison cell was. after all, not his wa7 of fighting. He contented himself with a string of lurid curses. "No, I won't use the stick o? you. he growled, "although you richly deserve it. I'll leave the law to deal with you. You'll get two years in . ison a' Ue very least, I guess. Assaulting an officer Is a pretty serious offense, .nd when you come out of prison, you dirty cowarl. m look you up and give you a fight to a finish Then Tommy went upstairs to be fixed up by an ambulance surgeon and to be told that the compound fracture which he had sustained would mar his good looks forevermore. Now. Tommy was proud of his good looks, and the surgeon's verdict stunned hfm more than theblow upon his nose had done. "I'm almost sorry I didn't cluh f il v l T r Way for a long term Hiram Sellr9 Prned that MWate ttiram Sellers sat on the bench th ..,. morning, and. as every member 07 force, except Tommy, knew. Magistrate Sellers did not like policemen. ?t was a T , r often enuncIated rema h s that he would not believe a member of the force under oath. When Tommy's assailant was arrn! before Magistrate Seller, the S nt tened with an air of indifference to Policeman's Indignant story 8 "And you claim that be hit you. -th out any provocation whatever, officer?" he remarked, dubiously. "Yes. your Honor." said Tommr, whose nose was swathed in bandages "You didn't hit him Jrst. eh. officer?" continued the Magistrate, insinuatingly "No. sir," said Tommy, indignantl-. "Well, how did he get that bruised eye and that gash on the forehead?" shouted the Magistrate. "He had those before I placed him under arrest, your Honor," said Tommy, indignantly. "He had been in a fight with somebody."

"His right arm suddenly shot out and his fist caught the policeman squarely on the jaw.

1 'Another remark like that an d I'll have you committed for c ontempt of court.' "

"He had. eh? Well, what has ths prison to say about that statement?" remarked the Magistrate, turning to Tom's assailant. The prisoner was no fool. He saw how the wind was blowing. "Your Honor," he spoke up, "I admit that I struck the officer, butit was in selfdefense. He clubbed me and beat me unmercifully, causing Ihese here injuries I've got. and in trying to defend myself, your Honor. I'm afraid I hit him in the nose?" ' "Ah!" exclaimed the Magistrate. "Just as I thought "It's a lie!" cried Tommy, furiously. "I didn't touch this man, your Honor. He knows that he's lying, the dirty loafer. I've got the lieutenant here for a witness. He saw the assault." "I don't want to hear any more," said the Magistrate, indignantly. "I understand how this thing occurred, officer. Just as clearly as if I had been , eyewitness. You policemen are too free with your clubs. You think because ycu wear a uniform that you can brutally attack anybody on the slightest provocation. It Is ridiculous to suppose that this man would have dared to attack an cffiC3r unless he had been provoked Into doing so." "I swear that be did." cried Jommy. "The lieutenant here will confirm my story." "Humph," said the Magistrate. "Have you any other witnesses besides policemen? No. I thougnt not You policemen would swear your souls away for each other. I might as well tear one as ten. I don't believe a word of your preposterous story, officer." "Now, see here, your Honor," cried Tommy, who saw his revengo slipping from him. "There may bo some bad policemen on the force. Just the same r.s

there's bad magistrates or. the bench; but" "That will do, sir," thus-3red the magistrate, pounding the desk in uls rage. "Another remark like that from you and I'll have you committed for contempt of court I repeat. Bir, that I don't believe your story. I believe that this prisoner speaks the truth. He's got the marks on him to prove it I believe you brutally 3at him, and that very naturally h- hit back. I'll not entertain your complaint against him. I think yo ; got only what you deserved. I'll fine him $10 on the disorderly conduct charge, and that's all." Policeman Dyer's face went white with rage. "-Jo " you mean to tell me that you're going to allow a loafer like this to assault an officer of the law and get away ?ith it!" he shouted, losing all control of himself. "It's a shame and a disgrace, that's what it is. You ain't fit to sit on that bench handing out justice no you ain't. You've called me a liar to my face. I don't care whether you're a judge or not, you ain't going to tell me that I He." It was a foolish display of tempo", but the unfortunate Tommy was beslds himself with rage and despair. "How dare you talk that wa to mc': How dare you, sir?" spluttered the magistrate. "You're drunk, sir. Leave this . courtroom instantly or I'll put you behind the bars. You're the type of noliccman that Is a disgrace to this city. I shall report you to your commissioner and see thr.t you are punished. Leave this cou-'-roort instantly before I have you arrested." The infuriated policeman was about to reply, but his lieutenant dragged him away by main force. "Keep quiet, 70U young fool," he whispered. "Have you gone crazy? Do yo-i want to get 'broke in the bargain? What

did you expect, anyway? Don t you noW that you're only a cop and have I ' c '.ending in the eyes of . the court 8erves you right for being a fool. I gave or a chance to get square, didn't 1? You should ' taken your own justice with the c'.etstlck. ' Next time you'll know better." "To think that that loafer could breal: my nose and get away with it." cried Toaimy, tears of mortification in hiJ eyes, as they reached the street "But be shan't get away with it," he cried fiercely a second afterward. "HI ; get square Tith him, and I'll get square on that Magistrate who called me it liar. I will, as sure as my name is Tom Dyer. I'll get square on them if it takes me ten years to do it" His fists were clenched and bis blue eyes flashed. "Never mind the Magistrate," said the lieutenant coolly. "You can't do anything to him, he's too big a man. Don't talk like a fool, my boy. Get eve- with the guy that plugged you in the cose by all means. Don't do it now, this minute, though, or you'll get yourself in rouble. Wait a few days, and then look for him, and when you find him o at him good with your nightstick. Come , away now, sonny, and cool down some." "I'll get square on both of them." said Tommy through his set teeth. "I won't be satisfied until I've thrashed that loafer who spoilt my nose; but it's the Magistrate I'm sorest at. It's him I'm most an ious to get square with. He sailed me a liar, and he gave me a crooked deal, and he's a cop hater. He's going to suffer for all that 1 don't know just what 1 can do. I can't lick him. I (.npposa. He s too old and too fat for me to lay a hand on, and, besides, after .11, he's a Judge. I'll have to find some other way to get square oa bir But I'll get even with 1 th of them, darn them, before I get through." (Concluded Next Sunday.)

Time mdly Girt For Him

tClNI A daintily furnished boudoir. Light, airy Willow chairs, upholstered In gay cretonne, are scattered about. . The floor Is covered with soft rugs. Well chosen pictures adorn the walls. Bits of charming brlc-a-brae and a profusion of flowers everywhere bespeak the taste of the woman who uses It as her favorite retreat. In the foreground Is a tea table with tsa service, Including a set ef antique Wedgwood cups. DRAMATIS PERSONAE Millicent Vaughn, aged twenty-eight, tall, elegant, beautiful, but with tired eyes and a faint suggestion of Incipient cynicism about her. Robert Moore, thirty-two, a handsome, manly, vigorous, eutdeer sort of a person, with a good natured expression, and an air ef being one of those who always get their own way. TIME The early dusk of a day at the beginning of prlng. ROBERT iheking hand lingcringly with Slillicent) What luck to find you alone and at the psychological moment of putting In the first spoonful ot tea! The gods are good to me to-day. MILLICENT (smiling) For once the man and the hour have met ROBERT (with affected rapture)! am a simple creature. I .could live upon tea and caks and kisses. M1LLICENT peering into the teapot and pouring htm out a cup) WelL I can supply you with part ot the ingredients of the simple life, anyway. ROBERT helping himself to a Kg $Uce of cake) Thanks; nobody's cake has so many plums In It as yours. Ml LUCENT smiling) That's my sagacity. . ROBERT (gallantly) When it came to wisdom you always had Minerva lashed to the mast, and made the serpent look like a two-spot, but what particular Indication or foxlness Is shown by your very superior brand of cake? , . MILLICJENT (bending toward him tn a confidential attitude) Age. The older a woman gets the better she must feed men if She means to preserve ber following. A debutante may serve cold wster and crackers, and have ber tea table fought over, but after a woman Is twenty-five she must put raisins tn ber cake and brew the best Caravan. ' ROBERT (nodding hit head) I see. Sort ot throw In a chromo, as It were, MILLICENT (assenting) Just that -

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vowaji came to ten you a secret MILLICENT (with interest) I adore secrets. ROBERT (watching her narrowly through half-shut eyes) I am going to be married. MILLICENT (confro!trt0 her surprise with an effort) 1 congratulate you. ROBERT Thanks, I felt sure you would be pleased. MILLICENT (trying to speak lightly) I am an ardent advocate of matrimony for other people. As a discliplne for this world and a preparation for the one to come It has no equal. ROBERT (holding out his cup) Give me another lump of sugar. My tea Is bitter. MILLICENT (deliberately drops one of her precious Wedgwood cups on the floor and smashes it into a hundred pieces) There! ROBERT (stooping to gather up the fragments) Look what you have done! MILLICENT It doesn't matter; everything breaks sooner or later. Besides, I have always said that when men began confiding lu me their love affairs with other women, or I had to stand on the street cars, I should smash my tea things and retire from society. ROBERT Why ? MILLICENT Because it would show that m vouth and attractiveness were srone.

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ROBEi.i irc.Cv...j,y reruap- you are right I. myself like the idea of going down with all sails set. and the band playing and all that sort of thing. It's consoling to make a spectacular exit while the spot light is still upon you. MILLICENT (n-Wcd)-I am not a candidate for the Down and Out Club, even If you are going to be married. There are others. ROBERT (quickly) Old Graham and his money bags, for instance? MILLICENT (calmly) It's an opportunity. ' ROBERT (jealously) He could carpet your way through life with coupons. " MILLICENT (dispassionately) There are worse things. ' ROBERT (leaning very close to her)l have been waiUng to

The Story of a Belated Betrothal

Great BriUIn Biglit Beirrrml)

MILLICENT

By DoroUlhy Dix

rtonj Let us not talk of my poor affairs. Tell me of this hourl to whom you are to be married. I suppose she is a paragon of loveliness? ROBERT (with enthusiasm) She is perfection! MILLICEN'T Young, of course? ROBERT Some sixteen, or seventeen, or so. MILLICENT (wincing) Tall or short? ROBERT As high as my heart MILLICENT Fair or dark? ROBERT She is fair to me. MILLICENT Clever, of course? ROBERT She knows when to laugh and when to cry, and that comprises the sum of all knowledge for a woman. MILLICENT (affecting to be bored) You are, indeed, fortunate to have secured such a concatenation of charm3 and virtues in your future wife. ROBERT (reflectively) Do you know that there is something about her that reminds me of you that Summer we spent together in Fairmount MILLICENT (yawning) Did we - ever spend a Summer together at Fairmount? It must have been ages ago, and I make If a rvr! n f- r nror r ,Am&mkH. . . .

- luuig, no matter how interesting, that happened longer ago than year be-

iore u ROBERT (looking steadily at her It Is a pity that you forget It was a golden Summer, and you were a girl and I was a boy and we played at falling in love. MILLICENT (hurriedly) Those who play with fire always get burned.' ROBERT (dreamily) There were never such roses as bloomed that Summer at Fairmount I can smell them yet across all of the years. MILLICENT (mockingly) No doubt they are faded now, and you can buy bigger ones In the hothouse for your bride. , ROBERT (trftkowf heeding) I had woven a wreath of them for your hair, and was crowning you that night your mother came.

at you, didn't she. and sent me to bed- without my supper r cried all night for the loss of my food and my romance. ROBERT (sternly) Your mother told us that we were a pair of young fools. MILLICENT Mamma always bobs up when there Is any call for a Solomon in her neighborhood. ROBERT (gloomily) I remember she said that your face and your youth were your fortune, and that she was not going to have your prospects Jeopardized by any entanglement with an impecunious youth who had his own way to make in the world. MILLICENT (trying to speak lightly) Poor mamma! Don't be too bard upon her. She hadn't the gift of prophecy, and couldn't foresee that your uncle and cousin would both be killed In that automobile accident, leaving you heir to all of the Moore millions. ROBERT (reflectively) I thought that night that my heart was broken. t MILLICENT (affecting indifference) Yon know better now." There's no part of a man's anatomy that will stand as many blows as his heart ROBERT That's God's providence to us because we have to deal with women. MILLICENT (bitterly) It's only the. fortunate women whe have no hearts themselves, and forget that men have any, and X vat never lucky. I ROBERT (taking her hand) Millicent, have you really forgotten all about that Summer at Fairmount? MILLICENT (unsteadily) No. ROBERT (bending down and looking into tier averted eyes)" Millicent is it because of that Summer that you have never takes' old Graham and his money bags? MILLICENT (dragging her hand away from htm and spring ing up) You have no right to ask me such a question. Go back to the girl you are going to marry, the girl who makes you think of me as I was when I was sixteen. ? ROBERT (softly) There is no other girl, Millicent There has never been any other girl than you for me. MILLICENT (Keeping) Oh. the years; the long, long- years? ROBERT (drawing her to Aim) The roses are blooming again at Fairmount Millicent Let us go and gather them together. , ' MILLICENT (nestling Into the hollow of hit arm) Bat, ch, for us they can never again be wet with the early dew of morn, issl- EOpCTHY.prX. ,

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