New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1860-01-06
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| HIS NUMBER is 2SS-We state this for the in
formation of the gentleman who, with o lady com
panion, returning from yesterdays races, by way
| OF Common street, and crossing Baronne was
astonished by mule. The mule thrust his head
through the glass of the carriage door, and iinme
diately apologized by Withdrawing his head, and
stubbornly refusing to keep on through the car
riage with the milk-wagon and drunken driver to
whom he was SO unhappiy attached. This re.
1 porter was In cab Immediately behind the
smashed carriage, and saw that the smash was not
the fault of the mule the milk-wagon but Of the
sleepy or drunken driver and it afforded said re-
| porter some considerable pleasure to be able to
| note the number ON the miIk-wagon, as it went
ahead after the collision, the drunken driver pre-.
tending to be much outraged. The number Of the
milk-wagon was 2ss; and if the gentleman who
was in the carriage feels like taking legal satisfac
ton, he can get this reporter for prosecuting wit
ness.
SHOOTING AFFAIR-0n Wednesday night, or at
about l o'clock yesterday morning, an affrav oc-
Cured in the Empire coffeehouse, corner of
Tchoupitoulas and Jackson streets, Fourth Dis
trict The parties were William Wilson, alias RED
Bill, and John Cohrs, barkeeper and part proprie-
tor in the house. The current stories agree to this
effect, that Wilson seized decanter to strike
Gohrs, when the latter drew fiye-barreI revolver
and fired at him five times, two of the bullets miss
ing him and the other three entering his body. all
in the region of the left groin. Wilson was taken
to his residence. supposed to be dangerously
wounded. Cohrs remained in the house, and
quietly surrendered to the police when they came.
He was yesterday sent to prison by Recorder Ad-
ans to await the result. ..555
WHOSE Notwithstanding to the report, II.
Dimond was arrested last evening, charged by r..
+. Butt with cruelty maltreating and beating his
children and causing their blood to flow From
this report we are unable to state whether the
children were small Dimonds, OF merely little
Butts. But whichever family they belong to- Re-
corder Summers will make it right, with his own
private diamond Of Justice. As it stands Dimond
is the adamantine brute and Butts the shocked
and tender complainant. Butts is either father
or philanthropist. The paternity of the bleeding
children will be determined, we hope, to-day, for
the comfort of an anxious public.
BGRGLARIous YIsIT.-A felt hat, $40 in cash, and
silver basket worth $25, disappeared night before
last, from the residence of Mr.. H. Addison, No. Is
Dauphne street. The disappearance would have
been mysterious but from the fact that one of the
street shutters was found to have been pryed open
and not pryed shut again. Only one conclusion
could be arrived at and that was, that the "iolly
burgaliers had condescenaed to notice the house,
8 PANruL-John Reddington. hand on board
the steamer Lizzie Simmons, was taken to the
Charity Hospital yesterday, on the arrival OF the
boat at the leyee. The swapping Of rope, ana
the falling Of spar, at some landing above, had
crushed one of his legs, and so badly thai amputa-
tion was found to be necessary. DIR. Chopin per-
formed the operation. The sufferer was doing as
well last evening as could be expected under the
circumstances.
The FAST JEHus.-The fast dray drivers, or those
who will insist upon trotting their mules with
imum loads of cotton and other truck, continue to
find trouble with the police along Tchoupitaalas
street. Recorder Summers collected another hand
some pile from them yesterday.
The aMoNTAGuE GUARDS, NO less than tw enty-
two homeless friendess, penniless, coatless soap
less, brainless, and generally hopeless animals in
human form, were yesterday sent to the workhouse
by Recorder Summers, in one consolidated gang.
Officer Montague and his aids, the ndefatigable re-
cruiting sergeants of the steamboat landing, had
fished them out from under the tarpaulins, where
they were shiyering in the more-or-less vain at
tempt to sleep off their whisky. Capt M, as usual,