Could we do without these splendid public servants one day?
THE POLICEMAN AND THE RUNAWAY
This story began at a big public-school crossing on one of the busy avenues of upper New York.
School had just been dismissed and the children were flocking to the sidewalk.
Patrolman Smith of the mounted police was on duty at the crossing, seeing his charges safely across the street.
His horse, Bob, stood saddled at the curb. Bob kept one eye on his master, and one on the children who stopped to pat his nose. Both Bob and his master were great favorites with this school.
“Hurry now, you youngsters; move along there, or you’ll be run over,” ordered Patrolman Smith.
He pretended to be angry, but he wasn’t, not while he smiled so pleasantly.