The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-05-17

composure, and quickly gave place 10 tne next
participant
The 4jab Court EnfOrces It's Edicts.
This was the lad Conner, who came up to the
most smiling. But at the first cut the expression
of his features underwent noticeable change.
The Judgment of the High Court of Errors and
Appeals was to be enforced in earnest. The
sufferer writhed and groaned at each descent of
the lash, and when for the fourteenth time il
had fallen on his quivcring flesh, he pulled his
left hand from the iron bracelet which had held
him in position and fairly faced the Sheriff. with
the cry
"You cut me under the arm that time!"
e OF his own accord, however, the culprt thrust
his hand back into the manacle, the Sheriff never
pausing until the jailor ntoned thirty" Then
Conner was released and, throwing his coat
over his Redeemed shoulders, walked brislSly
away with broad grin upon his face, despite
the prospect of a four years imprisonment in
addition to what he had already undergone.
A COntOrted PhysiognOmy.
Realey, COnnGrs companion of the morning
in the pillory, was then led out. Twenty lashes
had been allotted to him, with two years inn
prisonment as a finale. The Sheriff did his work
almost as well in this case as in the last the
sufferer drawing in his neither lip and comforting
his features in a very unedifying fashion, as
each blow fell on his barred back. Still he did
not suffer so intensely as to prevent him from
giving vent to gay laugh as he marched back
to his quarters.
A Muscular Pig-Thier mud Another Outburst
from DObbs.
John Peterson, the next in order, had been
unable to make any show of defense against the
charge of having appropriated pig, the pro-
perty of party by the name of johnson.
Twenty lashes, one years Imprisonment, and six
months in a convict's jacket had been meted out
to him, in vindication of the right of property
in pigs. On all sides it had been prophesied that
Peterson ''would stand up to it like man, and
he did. So eager were the crowd to witness his
heroic devotion to pig-nesh that they pressed
eagerly around, eiciting from the irrepressibe
Dobbs another caution about trespassing on the
limits prescribed by law. The muscular develop
ment of this man was wonderful to behold and
the leather thong made but slight impressions on
| the dark folds of his superfluous flesh All the
| while he was chewing greedily, as though he
still rolled under his tongue a choice and savory
morsel of Johnson's pig. When it was all over
| he faced his prosecutor with the exclamatiOn:-
"N0r lone your work well, Sheriff; that's
what the matchmaking, as he left the scene,
Il took it like a man, didn't n"
Equality of the Races Vindicnted.
The five colored participants in the entertain
ment had by this time passed on and off the
| stage, and now came the turn of the Caucasians
| The first of these was Morris L. Helmes burly
red-whiskered man, whose appetite had han
| kered for slice of bacon, and been gratfed at
| the expense of twelve lashes. Lvd ridges ap-
peared one by one on his shoulders, but he mani
tested very little concern.
MOckery of Justice.
| Then came Timothy Doran, an ugly-lookng
| customer, who made no defense when charged
| with the theft of a ham, except that he was
| drunk at the time and unable to draw distinctly
| the dividing line between nleot1H and tuunl. All
| these ameiorating circumstances received their
due weight with the discreet Sheriff, who laid on
| ten lashes with commendable gentleness So
noticeable, in fact, was that functionarys gem
tleness, that spectator, desirous of impressing
the fact on Dorans treacherous memory, cried
out after hint
Remember the Sheriff He was - kind
on you
Then came John Willis a mere lad, with a
hang-dog, daredevil cast of countenance, who
had pleaded guilty to the larceny of u suit of
clOthes-a very triling offense for so dangerous
a looking character, in the judicial wisdom of
the Sheriff. Twelve light blows were given the
enterprising youth-so light that he re-entered
the prison laughing, the whole assemblage
joining in the cheerful chorus Certainly in this
case there was no cruelty, but what became of
the element of terror which is to warn the be-
| holders of such scene from entering upon for
hidden courses
None of YOur White Trash.
James Edwards, a genteel-looking and
modestly-compOrted gentleman of about twenty
two was the ninth on the Sheriff's list. Although
he had pleaded guilty to the theft of an over
coat, pair of pantaloons, and pair of boots,
there was much outspoken sympathy for him at
the time of his trial. and when the court decreed
him fifteen lashes and an imprisonment of one
year, a spectator declared that ''he would rather
be dead than be in his position" The Sheriff
did not appear to share in this sympathy, and
when the cat-o'nine-tails had scored the fifteenth
blow, young Edwards back was of bright red
dish hue The victim seemed to realize the
humiliation of his position far more than the
bodily pain he must have suffered. He hung his
head in shame and walked back to his cell with
the air of a man disgraced for life.
The Closing Scene-A LibatiOn of Blood.
The ceremonies were now drawing to a
close, and the interest manifested by the spec
tators rapidly increased. Throughout the
hogging, boots and cat-calls and dribbets of
slang were uttered in profusion, becoming more
numerous and pointed on the entrance of Con-
ner Peterson, and the others for whose position
there was manifested no sympathy. Thompson,
the enterprising but rheumatic horse-iockey
had been reserved for the last, probably from a
motive of humanity, in order that he
might recover rs much as possible from
the effects of his hour in the pillory
His final appearance was greeted with
manifestations of delight on the part of the awe