Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 207 At these words Harry stopped his strug­ gles and Jim abandoned his efforts to break away fromme. Tom stood with his mouth wide open, uncertain what to do, and I waited as if I was watching a play, and the dramatic climaxwas about to be sprung on me. Paddy rose slowly and unsteadily to his feet; and the big policeman took him by the collar with his unoccupied hand, and led him to the lightof a little window, where he studied his face a moment insilence. Grad­ ually over the big copper's face there spread a grin of recognition, his brown mustache drawing upat the corners,despite hisefforts to look severe. " Sure, 'tis yesilf, Patrick, ye blaguard," he said at last, shaking his head ; " but frind or no frind, divila wan o' me cares, if wrong ye've done." " It's only abit av a lark, an'no harm at all, at all," answered Paddy; and then he told the story of the evening, the search, the boxing contest, andthe mischief in the lobby, making as little as possible of the latter, and expatiating at length on our efforts to find "Dinny, thecopper," withour extreme pleasure at final success. He ended by introducing us all with much pride and satisfaction.