Omaha daily bee., 1874-05-22
Station-House Silhouettes.

Case No. A"Martin Deiany, j
see gray hairs on your head, the
wrinkles ofold age in your face, and
you look like one who will soon fall
away and be gathered to its fathers.
You r going on sixty years of
age, and here you are charged with
drunkenness. Speak, aged pine,.and
tell me if il Is true or false"
al cannot tell the TRUTH did il
with my little bottie!u replied the
old man I'm husky tones.
ayes, floored by the bottle, as
millions have been before you. You
seem to regret it now, but last night,
when you were rambling around
with a spade in your hand, whOop-
ing, bowling, and terrifying small
children, you didn't care a cent
whether school kept or not. L feel
like advising you to go home and
press your children to your bosom,
embrace your wife and promise
them that not another drop of lic-
nor will ever pass your lips, but it
isn't my sympathetic morning, ard
HIS ma Ike it $40 or ninety days"
A Hard Cdse.-"David Bell,
standing here in the prime of life,
with a red nose and a wilted collar,
you are charged with vagrancy," re-
marked His Honor.
"Vagrancy, eh ?"
eyes, sir, that's the charge, writ
ten in letters an inch high, and yet
you are young, have a constitution
like clearinghouse butter, a foot rs
as large as a candle-box, and for
some reason decline to earn your
own bread and butter"
~ do, eh ?"
eyes, sir, you do. You have been
wandering about the alleys, sleep
ing on the wharves, and standing
on the corners, while even the Grip
Piles have labored for honest bread"
"They have, eh?"
ayes, sir, they have, and you
ought to feel ashamed of yourself
and go and drown yourself, sir. But
you won't do it, and I'll send you to
the Work-house for four months"
"You will, ell "u
ayes, sir, 1 will. Take him to the
Black Maria, Bijah, and if you can
get an eight-ounce tack under him
the ride will do him much more
good"
Case No. IIL.-May Wawborn
disturbed the peace by making a
great NOISE and collecting a crowd,
and now she can't remember any
thing about it. She can't remem-
Der of biting a policeman's knuckles,
of pulling the j~anitor's hair, or of the
happy little songs she INDUCED in
! for four hours after being locked up.
"There's no use i'm winking at
me-" said His Honor, with a shake
of his head; ats a clear case, and
law is law. You are young yet,
May, and it makes me sad to see
one in the bud of life recklessly
trampling under foot the opportuni-
ty to become q great woman. Joan
of Arc hadn't your chance. Victo-
ria Woodruff wasn't known TO the
world at your age. Susan Ii. An
thony didn't get her name into the
newspapers until she was a hundred
years old. Why don't you emulate
some of those heroines?" OH
"Em who?" inquired the prisoner.
at is evident to me-" continued
the Court, in a changed voice, 'sthat
you have no aspiratiOns-nO long
ings for fame. You had rather be
a hen on the fence, than an eagle
among the clouds, and I'll make il
sixty days"
Sam 1 sent up?" she asked.
"You are"
"Then draw the dagger and strike
me here" she cried, putting heI
hands on her corset and rolling uI
her eyes" Bijah put his arm
around her slender waist and TOLD
her that His Honor had left the dag.
ger at home for the cook to peel Pc.
tatoes with, and he asked her, fol
his sake, to consent to live a few
days longer, as onions and radishe;
were just beginning to sprout, and
he had seen three new hand-organs
on the street that morning.