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Updated: June 12, 2025
Behind him the shrill voices of the crowd sounded, like a background, to the blunt words that he spoke. "Pa was comin' home drunk," he told Ella, "an' he was ran inter by a truck. He was smashed up pretty bad; dead right away, th' cop said. But they took him ter a hospital jus' th' same. Wonder why they'd take a stiff ter a hospital?" Mrs.
We had him safe, out here on these sandhills, as if he'd been under lock and key in 'Frisco. He was his own keeper, and reported to us." "But since you're here and expect the papers to-morrow, why don't you 'cop' him now?" "Because there isn't a judge in San Francisco that would hold him a moment unless he had those extradition papers before him. He'd be discharged, and escape."
Already he imagined he could feel the cozy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy's coat sleeve. "Sure, Mike," she said joyfully, "if you'll blow me to a pail of suds. I'd have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching." With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom.
You see, he'd made out a list of buildin's he thought he wanted to take a look at; but he hadn't stopped to put down the street numbers or anything. And when he wants information does he hunt up a directory or a cop? Oh, no!
"You get a taxi, and we'll all pile in did you ever ride in a taxi, Inez?" "Nope. But I caught on behind a jitney once," confessed the little girl, "and a cop bawled me out for it." "We're going to take her home, and dress her up nice," Bess explained to Walter, "and give her the time of her life." Inez seemed a bit dazed.
''Tis betther thin thravelin' beat, says th' bull. 'What's th' la-ad's name that's holdin' it now? says Cousin George. 'Mack, says th' cop. 'Irish? says George. 'Cross, says th' elbow. 'Where fr'm? says George. 'Ohio, says the peeler. 'Where's that? says George. 'I dinnaw, says th' bull. An' they parted th' best iv frinds."
"I will not forget to tell that, but if you think you can do it all more intelligently or quickly " "Pardon me, Dozia, please, I am just too excited " "Did Judith go to help the officer?" demanded Jane impatiently. "No," fired back Dozia. "It was old Sour Sandy, who always declares we are up to mischief, and when the big boy ran, Judith chased after him while Cop Sandy ran after both.
I am afraid that other girl has gotten herself into more trouble. The detective did not say so outright, but I judged so from his line of questions." "Your father said as much, but like the detective, our own 'cop' isn't giving us all the information he holds. I'm glad the mill officials see the value of the girl scout movement. It's the only fair way to reach the girls without forcing them.
She knows it, and she's sitting on the edge of her chair, waiting to bolt when that door opens, even if she does act like she was hanging on the words of that lady clerk there. The minute it does open a crack she'll jump up and give me a fleeting, grateful smile, and sail in and cop a fat order away from the old man and his skirt buyer. I'm wise.
And for preventing the robbery McCurdy has the peg-post cop made a captain; thus enabling him to wear diamonds of his own and raising him above the need of taking them from others. These examples of what the god can do are mere fiction; the story that comes now really happened. It also is a story of coincidence.
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