The evening world., 1888-01-03

Vhey MAKO free Win Other PeOpIe'0 over
coats on n Cold Night and start for Jcr-
sey City-Louis Aldrich Arrests Them and
Takes Them to Oak Street. Where They
Give Up the Coats and Go Their Way.
Mr.. j. NJ Hill and Mr.. Charles p. Pahaler
are pretty well known personages in the vi
cinity of Union Square. One of them is the
n owner of the Morton House and Union
Square Theatre the other is the lessee of the
Union Square Theatre and the patron saint
of several famous stars.
Mr.. Vernam, who runs the Morton House,
is certainly as well known as either of them
to the hundreds of actors, business men and
high rollers" who frequent the Morton
House cafe.
One day last week Mr.. James Roach, who is
Mr.. j. M. Hills latest theatrical star (barring
the distinguished English actress, Miss Helen
Barry, came us near to New York on his pro-
fessional tour as Jersey City. Mr.. Hill i'm
mediately invited a number of his friends to
go over and see the new actor in Dan
Darcy"
Among those invited were Mr.. Charles p.
Palmer, the prince of high rollers" Mr..
Vernam, Mr.. Harrington, Mr.. Gallagher,
Mr.. Nym Crinkle and other rollers who are
not so high. They assembled in the Morton
House cafe at Z o'clock, whence they were to
. take coaches.
1t happened to be the coolest night of the
season.. 1t was blowing pins and needles
from the northwest, and it had come on SO
suddenly that most of the rollers assembled
in light spring overcoats.
They had not been together five minutes
before one of them thought that it would be
q good idea TO send home tor a heavy coat, as
the ride was n long and cold one and the
.InrGnU tIfy tnrrN NOG nCtnnIuIlT tNIpFaInt
This raised a general suspicion that heavy
coats all round would be n comfort. But
Mr.. Hill said that there was not time to send
for coats. It was a~ll-important to see the
At this juncture Mr.. vernam came to the
rescue.
Gentlemen said he with that mixture
of urbanity and celebrity that has made the
Morton House the Grub of the universe
" Gentlemen, l will furnish coats. Here,
A facile s~ervitor rose up. "Go into the
cloak room, my son, and snatch some coats"
There is ample evidence that these were
the exact words Snatch some coats"
A hotel is supposed to always have n sur
plus of coats:
The ~servitor departed and returned
weighted down with storm ulsters, pilot
cloth %surtouts and heavy fur-lined top coats.
The high rollers helped themselves. Mr..
j. NJ. Hill put on a sable-trimmed coat that
made hin look like q prize-fighter, aud MIR.
~J ~ 'hipN ~ " ~
ulster that swept the earth with heavy coat
tails, and made him to memory dear when
the collar was turned up. The others
wrapped themselves. in appropriate garments.
and the party thus disguised got into their
coaches.
All went we'll until they arrived at the Jer-
sey City ferry, MIR. Palmer found a whiskey
flask and a pack of cards in his side pocket,
md Mr.; Hill pulled out a handful of safety
pins. But these were mere incidents.
At the ferry gate they were stopped. The
door of the first coach was opened suddenly
and a herculean parsonage walked in, and
with a gruf voice remarked: Hold on
here!
There were two equally grpf fellows be-
hind him i'll the shadows, who were only in
distinctly seen.
What's the matter2" asked the high
rollers.
The herculean consulted with the indis-
tinGt and held fast to the door.
The matters this" said he; you're
waikiki Off pretty lively with stolen property,
and don't propose to let you get out of the
State SO easy"
Then there were three laughs, Mr.. j. M.
laughed incredulously and Mr.. Palmer
laughed plaintively.
oh, that's all right" said Mr.. Vernam.
I'm responsible for the property. Let her
Yes" said Mr.. Hill, Pm the manager of
coats when we get back, but don't delay now,
for we want to catch that first act"
You're the manager. are you ?" said the
man derisively. well, l s'pose that cove
alongside o. ,you's the owner, amt he?
Yes" said Mr.. Palmer. Pm the owner.
We'll, now, that's Just the game l was told
you'd play. 1t don't work nohow.
You're a nice lot of swells, 1 dare say,
and you was a-makin' straight for Jersey,
wasn't your"
oh, this is too much" says Mr.. Hill.
I'D rather give up the coat than lose that
first act"
We'll, now, it ain't so much the coat"
says the man, las the $500 in the wallet in
the breast pocket. Do you think the manager