The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1879-05-24
a Sklnning Kid.


Burns saloon recently to get Il warrant
for its proprietor was hoarsc, squat and
bull-necked. lie leaned across the ban
of the Jefferson Market Police Court
New York City, and whispered conf.
dcntially, "Say, Jedgc, Patsy Burns
wants to shut down on kid that's
| been shinnng him"
ga kid! Skinning him? Impossi-
blc," said his Honor. "Whcre Is the
anima,?'
Giles 81 young rooster" the appli-
cant went on, "wbat dishes out the
boozc in Patsy's drum.''
Ills Honor looked perplexcd. "Oh
it's poultry you're complaining about .
he remarked. 81 thought you said il
was kid just now. Well, what Of the
roostcr?"
The applicant took along look at his
Honor and fumbled his hat lining ner-
vo'tsly. Then he began again with al
| air submissive but reproachful.
Say, Jcdge, don't you play me. Pm
givin' ii to you straight; honor bright.
Patsy feels dead sore over the thing
and wants the young terrier hauled up
before you"
The Judge dropped his eyeglasses
hclplcssly. ".ook here, my friend" !"
he Dlurted out, "lf you came here to
complain aboat Il whole mchagcrte, say
| so; but this parade of flesh and fowl Is
| distracting. Let us understand cacl.
olhcr. Kid, rooster or dog-is patsy's
trouble with one or all?
The applicant looked about him
hopelessly. Then he said:
"This looks like Il dead open and shut.
You don't seem To tumble to me AZ all
Here's the scheme. There's jigger
behind Putsy's bar that's crooked, and
he wants him taken in, Sce?'
ooh, Patsy has Il saloon. 1t is the
person who dlspe nscs the beverages Ia Z
has trouble with"
"That's the racket, Jcdge," and the
applicant stamped his feet with delight
"You'vc got it dead to rights. "You
see Patsy sets this bokc In his shcbung
II sending along the olu stuff, and every
thing goes hunkccdorec till he sees his
nibs sporting super and logged out to
the Queens taste. Well, Patsy's pooty
| fly, he is, and he dropped to tho capcr.
SO he spotted the fcllcr, and cntchcd
him working the dampcr."
| "Working the damper?" ......,...
"Hes, collaring The boodle.'' b..
"ColIaring the-My friend, fol
heavens sake, be explicit. Ills Houol
moaned. "What do you mcan?" -
The applicant turned the q,,id In his
mouth over and overa again despondcnt-
ly but made no reply. at last hc
| blurted out In despair:
"Ilang 1t, Jcdge, it's clear enough.
lie was tapping the TIL"
"Tapping the till?" and his Honor
stopped to reflect. Then his face
frightened up. "Ah, scc," he said {.
ole was appropriating money to his
own use in the ,nroprictor's absence"
"rhat's the talk" roaIed tho appli-
cant. "Appropratin' the receipts Is
the go. You've got IL down fine,
Jcdge. That's what tho oodgor did
appropriated Patsy Burns receipts. So
Patsy sent me round to soc If you
wouldn't give him the collar and make
him produce. He's n bad lot, he is,
and you ought to give him Il stretch"
| "Whnt?" cried his Honor, '"would
| you be so barbarous us to have me llaug
! tho MANI" ... . ... D..
"Who's talkin' of hangin'," asked
| the other; "wllat ! said Is he ought to
gcta nip" %.
Get Il nip?"
"Ycs, go up tho river" ..... ...,.., f
''l sec, see," "gronncd tho Justice,
"Go to Sing Sing. My friend, we will
try to accommodate you. But this CON
vcrsation Is trying to man of my con-
stitutlon. Go to Patsy Burns, bog
you. Toll him to bring his grievance
here In person, and for IIoaven's sake,
let him bring II little of the vernacrlar
along" "tH 81. .>'.' '|'
The applicant bowed his head sui
lcnly. ,...,.,5i
"Maybe you're right, Jcdge,'' said
he, "an' maybe you ain't,. but 1t does
seem rough on a citizen and taxpayer,
If he can't get Justice unless he's swal-
lowed lore dictionary and crammcd
down jaw-breakcrs fit to bust him. So
long" and he stalkcd gloomily away
in quest of Patsy Burns, 80