Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-04-09


a Scene in n New York Police Sta
ti0n--Nimo Years Old and a Pick
pockes--Who Is Badly Cudncy "A
story for LIstlc Boys.
I.ss: night Sun reporter entered Capt.
gse Camps police station. IN cell nearly
fronting the hot stove in the corridor he
aw small boy. The little grimy hands
4 ;lutched the iron bars, and small trou-
sled face peered through the grating at
the visitor.
'sWho are you ~ asked the Sun re
porter.
The boys blue eyes were cast down,
,snd his little dirty toes began to work
themselves through the lower part OF the
yrsted door.
'I'm Steye-that's my name, he said
in low, musical voice.
"Who's your mother?n inquired the re-
porter.
ssMrs. Brodie, y answered the boy.
"Where does she liye?n the reporter
continued.
Sup in Madison street," was the an
,Bwer.
what are you IN here torf
The blue eyes glanced furtiyely at the
reporter, but dropped again almost im-
mediately. The small smutty hands
seemed to clutch the cold iron bars more
firmly, and the little muddy toes worked
convulsively through the grating, "For
takin' five dollars out of mans pocket, !"
answered the trembling lips. 81 only
done 1t, Mister, three times before.
Baldey Cudney--he made me do it."
"Who is Bsldey Cudney2" wasthe next
question.
'He's boy bigger nor l am, Mister.
never took nothin' out o. fellers' pockets
till he made me do it. / only done it
three times afore."
''Where did you rob the man !"
SIN Broadway, on the corner of Bar
clay stree" again glancing cautiously at
the reporter, as if looking for sympathy.
sThe money was in the little pocket in
his overcoat. Badly Cudney, he pulled
the bill up go it showed in his pocket, an
he told me for to take it." With sudden
energy. 81 wouldn't Nv took it, Mr.,
only he told me for to take it. AN when
tux the bill out Nv the mans pocket,
Badly Cudney he pulled me behind an
omnibus, an TUX the five dollars NV me,
an give me fifty cents for it. That's the
way it all was. only tux mony out O.
fellers' pockets three times before.
''How big is Badly Cudney2" asked The
reporter.
Giles about up to that second button
of that mans yest," pointing to Sergeant
Babcock. "He'd licked me if l hadn't
av TUX it."
Here the reporter took hold of the
boys little blue roundabout. 1t was
evidently made from an old army over
coat, and was buttoned with the smallest
sized army buttons.
"Me mudder made it." said the boy;
''and she made this Shirt" pulling up the
bosom; "and she made this flannel shirt, T"
pulling his little red undergarment up at
the neck.
"What docs your mother do for liv-
ing ~ the reporter inquired.
''She takes in washin', " the little fellow
responded.
At this point Sergeant Babcock left
the corridor.
Inc reporter tOOk Out MS WalCn.
"What time is it, please, Mister :"
eagerly asked the tiny prisoner.
"Half-past one," was the answer.
'tAin't you sleep2"
"No, 1 amt sleepy" was the reply.
/ sleep in the forenoons and sell COM
mercials the rest of the time"
swell, good bye" said the visitor,
moving.
"Hay, Mister, hay!" whispered the lit
tie fellow, squeezing his pinched-up,
troubled face closer to the iron bars. 'tEf
me mudder gives the Judge S., won't he
let me go eff the Teller don't appear agin
me2 Badly Cudney and Hairy said he
would"
"Who is HaiIy2" the reporter asked.
s'Thst's anudder boy that's in wild Bal
dy Cudney," was the response. Gle
gives me ten cents when make good
stake"
The little anxious blue eyes watched
the reporter until he assembled the stairs.
The boy said he was nine years old. He
was arrested for robbing Horatio 5.
Brown, of Ialatlne Bridge. Mr.. Brown
stayed over last night in the city for the
puopose of appearing against the baby
pickpocket.-N. Y Sun.