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Updated: June 21, 2025
I will have your badge and your honor, besides having the jolliest lark I've been blessed with since we licked Spain." Promptly on time the counterfeit presentment of Mounted Policeman O'Roon single-footed into the Park on his chestnut steed. In a uniform two men who are unlike will look alike; two who somewhat resemble each other in feature and figure will appear as twin brothers.
Ellsworth Remsen, whose old Knickerbocker descent atoned for his modest rating at only ten millions, ate his canned beef gayly by the campfires of the Gentle Riders. The war was a great lark to him, so that he scarcely regretted polo and planked shad. One of the troopers was a well set up, affable, cool young man, who called himself O'Roon. To this young man Remsen took an especial liking.
A little thrill of satisfaction ran through Remsen, because he had a name to give which, without undue pride, was worthy of being spoken in high places, and a small fortune which, with due pride, he could leave at his end without disgrace. He opened his lips to speak and closed them again. Who was he? Mounted Policeman O'Roon. The badge and the honor of his comrade were in his hands.
"You see Mounted Policeman O'Roon. Look at your face no; you can't do that without a glass but look at mine, and think of yours. How much alike are we? As two French table d'hote dinners. With your badge, on your horse, in your uniform, will I charm nurse-maids and prevent the grass from growing under people's feet in the Park this day.
Among his comrades was Lawrence O'Roon, a man whom Van Sweller liked. A strange thing and a hazardous one in fiction was that Van Sweller and O'Roon resembled each other mightily in face, form, and general appearance. After the war Van Sweller pulled wires, and O'Roon was made a mounted policeman.
At the instant of their passing her eyes looked into his, and but for the ever coward's heart of a true lover he could have sworn that she flushed a faint pink. He trotted on for twenty yards, and then wheeled his horse at the sound of runaway hoofs. The bays had bolted. Remsen sent his chestnut after the victoria like a shot. There was work cut out for the impersonator of Policeman O'Roon.
And it will stir you to find Van Sweller in that fruitful nick of time thinking of his comrade O'Roon, who is cursing his gyrating bed and incapable legs in an unsteady room in a West Side hotel while Van Sweller holds his badge and his honor. Van Sweller hears Miss Ffolliott's voice thrillingly asking the name of her preserver.
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