Connecticut western news., 1875-03-19
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"You're an artes', ain't yea" al..... "Yes, said the other, 1" and l wish you would come to see me in my studio. I'd like to paint you"
 1 r" No, thank ye, said Jack. 17'
 70, no, I mean paint picture of you. Don't dress up come just as you are. l"
 "What, 'thout Q collar, and 'thout shoes, and 'thout washing of me 2'' -, I Just then the clock struck three. The artist looked at his watch.
 '' Yes, come justas you are. Come any time. Here's my card, and here are your twenty-five cents.'' a.r1. '.. H l Jack, took them both, and read the first, and tucked the last deep into his i pocket.
 "Mr. Henry Palmer, Studio Building, 10th street. We1l,'' said Jack, "I'H go to call on him one of these days-wen my kerrige-horses gifts over the, whoopin' cough a 3r..s.. ..,..: ,.. .-.., -, ...
 Then he got down and stretched him self. In ten minutes more he was flying over the wide sidewalks with bundle of papers under his arm, intent on business. Business proved pretty good, that day, too, and on counting over his gains, Jack concluded that his affairs were improv- t ing. ....- ............... .-... 4 ;
 But fortune is fckle. Before evening his joy was suddenly turned to grief. His old enemy had been on his track. He was arrested on the street by Officer 326, and carried to the station house. The officer would explain nothing. When Jack s name was taken down, at the sta tion, the sergeant asked the officer what the charge was against him.
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 "Larceny,!" echoed, he, half stupe- hain't took a thing" and looked around from one to the other of the men pres ent. sH--a. ..sI, '-
 "Pdt' him in. 42, !" said the sergeant.
 F In another moment Jack found him self in Q felon's cell. The door was shut with Q loud ,clang, the heavy bolt was drawn, and he was left alone.
 Officer 326 had taken the first step ill his meditated revenge. His real purpose now was, to protect himself from Jack. Jack had seenhim of. duty without leave, drinking in a low saloon, and he knew that this fact, if it was known, would cost him his, place.
 Jack's sensations on finding himself really i'll limbo were miserable enough. He suspected the true cause of his .un- just arrest, and he could not help seeing that if the officer were wicked enough to swear theft upon him, he would also be wicked enough to swear to all the particulars before the judge. Therefore Jack made 0 thousand dismal pictures of himself cast into jail, or into the peni- tentlary, and he wept and tremhled all night long. .-t...-.....r.-..'.
 At seven in the morning his door was opened, as were all the other cell doors. He walked out. A number of officers stood around. There were forty or fifty prisoners, men, women and children, / and they were sbidden to move off up stairs. There were three evans " in the street, and into these vans the prisoners were put. Jack was pushed into the first one, and it rumbled off with it's scared freight up the street. ". ," '-r-
 Inten minutes it stopped before a huge, gray building of stone. In some way or other, Jack hardly knew how, he, with all the others, was ushered inside this gloomy building, and into lofty, but a very dark and dismal room. The prisoners corner iwassa sort of cage made of iron bars. Outside of these, bars Jack saw 8 large number of people, some sitting quietly, some talking, some. writing, and some staring about them on all sides. ''' ''.z~.' 4 '. .75o "affH '7 .' On a high platform was a man who presently began to read Something in 8 very rapid way, and above him, still higher, was another man, who looked like, 8 gentleman, and who seemed to be pairing his fnger-nails with q pen
 Pretty soon the people in the cage be- gan to be taken out, one after another, and they did not come back again. Jack waited two hours. before anything was done with, him. 4 Then his name was called, and policeman near the, iron door beckoped to him. -
 He looked lii" ragged hat and went out into the court room, and was put up on aahigl stand.a ;The talking gentleman began to say something to him He was puzzled, and he did not hear, L.,. -.,...e |" What do; you say?"' demanded the gentleman. H'sf haint said nuthin., Sir" said Jack. .Aes Listen, then" said the gentleman, impatiently. otsYo1are charged with the larceny of fruit and cake from a refesh- ment saloon in Nassau street. ... =. :" didn't do nutAin' O the kind, sir P protested Jack. "Who says I did Z" ' 9"O Officer Smith, No. 326, take the wit ness-stand," cried the gentleman. z7j 'e Officer 326 was. duly sworn, and testi- fled that he had known the prisoner for two years, and that he was Q quarrel '',' some and dangerous boy" He had ire quently suspected him of petty thieving, he said, and then" he went on coolly! to state that at half-pa two o'clock, or a little before, on the previous morning, he.had seen, him put his hand through the screen of refreshment stand in Nassau street, and take several pieces of cake. He had tried to arrest him then, but the boy eluded him and ran away. " Jack stared. z.z -:.t.;z :t ..,--. -4 < What,do you say 3' asked the clerk of him; "Ask the officer any squestions you like. 7" .'''' Jack was confused. He declared over and over again that he had taken no cake, that he hadn't been in Nassau street, that he never stole anything, but his assertions produced no effect, .1,
 z, The judge said something to the clerk, and just then Jack put his hands. into his pockets. The clerkAturned around, and Twas about to say G You areIsentenced six months in the penitentiary,' when Jack cried out with, Q voice that was heard all over the court room. He drew out of his pocket the card the artist had given him. He remembered that tile clock had struck three on the previous morning while the sketch was being drawn. ....;,,t .,rg-. ,s..,
 eff you'll send for him, sir,,Ir'r he eagerly shoutedto the judge, '' he knows I wasn't in Nassau street at the time" the p'leceman sez was" And Jack told the whole story" .;'.'letaE!tuh F. ''There seems to be something wpong here," says the judge. , 7" MT. Clerk,