Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-12-10

The usual monotony of the Essex Market
Police Court in New York, was disturbed
on the 9Th inst, by the appearance of Nile.
! Christine Nilsson, who came to complain
that Charles Neodore Busch has lately an
noyed her exceedingly by forcing himself
into her presence. We copy from the New
York HerdLFs report as follows:
Mile Nilsson stopped before His Honor
Judge Scott and raised her charming blue
eyes to bis face. The Justice, as soon as
he could recover his equanimity, said:
swell, madame, what can l do for your"
Mile Nilsson leaned forward, resting a
delicate and beautifully shaped hand cased
in canary kid gloves, on the desk, and re-
piled, "YOur Honor, three times to-day this
man"-pointing TO thick set and heavily
Whiskered person, who stood in the space
set apart for prisoners to force his
way to my rooms at the Clarendon Hotel"
sid he succeed in getting IMP" inquired
His Honor.
Mile Nilsson-The third time be, by some
means, made his way TO the door and came
into my room.
Judge-Did he assault you, Madame?
Nile. Nilsson-Ye s, sir; he attempted to
kiss me, and L held him away only by main
force until one of the porters in the hotel
pushed him out Of my apartments.
Judge-Did he use any further violence?
Mile. Nilsson-No, sir; he was very an
noying, but | do not think he is vicious.
Judge-He seems harmless enough now.
The prisoner was smiling and bOwing.
His eyes, as large as saucers, seemed to be
still gazing fondly on the object of his ado
ration. Suddenly he sprang forward, and,
catching the velvet cloak Of Mile. Nilsson in
both his hands, kissed it rapturously. He
was completely lost in this occupation till
Sergeant Thompson took him by the collar
and pulled him away.
Judge-He does not seem to be yet cured
Of his infatuation. What do you want me
to do with him?
Mile. Nilsson-I wish him to be placed
somewhere where be cannot annoy me any
further.
The lady evidently in her heart did not
desire to be hard on her adorer, and she
laughed heartily at the absurdity of the sit
uation. The Judge then turned to the
Clerk, Mr.. Steers, telling him to make out
complaint against the prisoner of diserderly
conduct. The complaint being made out,
Mile. Nilsson, with firm hand, signed the
document, and, raising the Bible to her lips,
sWOTe TO her statement, after which the
prisoner was given in charge of Officer Do
ran, who arrested him and removed him to
a cell in Essex Market prison. He was com
mitted for six months in default Of $500
bail.
Mile. Nilsson then left the court, the Of
ficers and others around the courtroom fol-
| lowing her to the door and watching her get
into her carriage, and standing for at least
three minutes looking after the clarence
| aud its precious freight as it rolled up Essex
| street.
As soon as the distinguished lady had de-
parted the Herald reporter paid visit to the
| love-struck prisoner. He was in cell No. 3,
on the first floor of the prison, q clearly
apartment enough and somewhat cOmfOTta-
| bic looking. He received the reporter cour-
| teously and seemed not in the least crest
| fallen after his late unsuccessful adventure.
"What is your name?" inquired the re-
porter.
"Charles Theodore BusCh.n
Reporter-IIow came You TO get into this
| scrape?
Busch-Easy enough. / am in love with
| Mile. Nilsson, and l shall love her till l die
Reporter-How long since you first fell
| in love with the lady?
| Busch-It is about fortnight ago l saw
her first; she played Marguerite in "Faust."
| At this point Charles Theodore's whole
| countenance lit up with sort Of enthusi-
| asm, and he warbledthe aria in the garden
| scene. "Ah, sir" he continued, 81 saw her
! afterwards in Lucia di LammermoOr,' and
| then loved her to distraction. | could
think of nothing else but my passionate
| alteration for that glorious creature"
RepOrter-Then you never saw her till
| two weeks ago?
Charles Theodore-No, sir, but about
| eight months ago | was working on a rail
road in the upper part Of the State, and l
saw her picture in the railroad depot at Sy-
racuse, and ever since then / have had her
image in my mind.
Reporter-What are you working at
now?
Charles Theodore-I am with my broth
| er, at No. 90 Chatham street; he is a man
| ufacturer of thermometers. Before that
was a music teacher; l teach music now
whenever 1 can get any pupils.
Reporter-Are you fond of muscP
| Charles Theodore-It was my first love.
Reporer-Why 60 you not send to your
| brother TO get you out of here?
Charles Theodore-Ah! sir, l am not in
| the least troubled. Mile. Nilsson will take
me out; have every confidence In her. l
| am content to stay here till she does; then
we shall be married, and together we will
start a musical conservatory.
ReporteT-What makes you so confident?
Charles Theodore-Well, it is a delicate
subject, but / will tell you. She loves me.
Claude Melnotte never threw more pathos
into these last three words than did the I'M
fortunate Charles at this juncture.
Reporter-She loves you?
Charles Theodore-Yes, sir. viii tell
YOU how l know. You have seen "Faust?"
You remember the garden scene? CThe
reporter assented to both propositions
Wen, sir, she was playing Marguerite, and
she held the flower in her hand, picking it
to pieces, saying, ale loves me-he AEes