The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-11-05
Notes In tho police oo,srs.

Just as His Honor had become firmly
settled down In his seat, and had picked
uplhis operasglass toscan the assembled
audience, and before Charley Callahan
had time TO call the first name on the
list this morning, there sidled up
from the anxious seat, and took
his position between fhe .Prosecu.
tor's desk and tho sweat box, one Of
those fellows that nine men out OF ten
would .pronounce,4a ,4at a moments glance,
either a lightning rod peddler or aiifein-
tsurance agent. He was quite well
ldressed, and not bad looking, only his
eyes werewatery, and his mouth looked
ldry. But thereshe stood a minute, calm
and self-possessed. He wouldn't have
stood there long, but Corney happened
Ito be in the other room; and John Quinn
was viewing, with earnest eyes, the
theological specimens as they HE'D in
Iifrom below.
The intru der eJected awad of fine-cut
from his jaw and said rapidly: "Good
morning. I'VE been waiting quite q
while TO get an opportunity to speak to-
|!you about my little affair. i came to
the city yesterday, and meeting an old
|Ifriend we took o couple o. drinks
apiece, and the first thing Isknew one OF
the police took me 70 the lookup. TX
have no doubt he's sorry for 1t. But IlI
excuse him. He didn't mean anything.
IIps no matter. You needn't apologize, !,
my dear sir. Now, don't say a word.
aSbut it. I'll look over it.; of f,course; il
will. As I've got an engagement ata9
O'Clock, i hope you'll excuse me; good
dayv' And, picking up his hat, which
he had deposited on the lawyers
didn't get far, though. His Honor by
this time had recovered from the utter
MANAGEMENT into which he was thrown
lat the fellows GOODNESS, and yelled out,
i"Come back here, you infer-come right
back this minute" .C0rnay bounced,
him quicker than you could say Jack
I lRobinsonv with your mouth open, and
Iyanked him up In his old tracks.
AssWho is this lunatic, anyhow? Who
are YOU sir? What ofiicer brought the
man herer" demanded His Honor. He
finally ascertained that this fellow was
run in about l O'Clock this morning,
lfighting drunk; ;afteraterri6ie struggle, !,
lin which one policeman was knocked
clear out Of time, and another had his
face elawed up to such an extent that
ulb own Hlutucl tWOutuftvb htluW utuls
swell, my slippery friend, ,"says the
|exasperated Court, II have lived In this
cold world just fifty years, have beenson
this bench the best part Of a twelve
month, haveSmet all Kinds Of men; but
for downright land nnadulterated impuS
denee, for the pure virgin article of
nlghlyspolished brass, dor ,oyerweening
assurance and .unmitigated cheek--weIl,
you're the boss card. You certainly are.
Where you are going tonow, my Christian
friend y ou Will have abundant emporium
tiles to cultivate the sweet tvirLdesofhu-
manity. You'll go to the WoKk-house
and interview that irock Tpile, THAT'S the
engagement you've got now. Make 1t
thirty days and S25, "and the good Judge
settled back as though oyercomeswill
emotion.
Maggie 'Reynolds, with bright red
shawl over her shoulders and a'napkin
reoltninglonsher briciS4sed hair, doomed
in sight. "Maggle," said the Geuri,
"what can i do for You this merninyY'
~ would like't0 go TO the Work-hollse,