St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-04-10
THE TRIALS BEGUN.
A Chinese Cook Doesn't Under.
stand Court Rules,

1t was busy day again yesteday in
the criminal court. Christian Kockpa
was arraigned yesterday on the charge
of selling liquor without license. He
pleaded not guilty and his trial was set
for April 10. The sentence of Hyde FL.
Clark, which was set for the morning,
was deferred. William Gillen, charged
with perjury Monday in his arraign-
ment, and who asked for tWenty-four
hours in which to answer, pleaded not
guilty and will be tried May 9. Maude
Leroy. young woman charged with
having sold bottle of beer without
license, pleaded not guilty. Bail
was fixed at $3.50, and the case will
be tried April %. Carl Taylor,
charged with stealing from cottages at
Minnetonka said he was not guilty,
and will have trial April %. William
Mccain, who holds out above the Elite
saloon, was charged with keeping
worked about the place, but was not
owner. His bail was set at $500, and he
will be tried April %. Two charges
against August Robinson for selling
liquor without license were dismissed,
as the indications were that he was the
wrong man.
THE FIRST CASE
that came up for trial was that of Will
lam Call, commonly known as Mike"
who is charged with having stolen some
cigars from A. j. Rosanders saloon,
Washington avenue south. Mike is
lad of some sixteen or seventeen years,
peddles the hot-egg sandwiches at
night.
Evidence shows, and Mike admits,
that the morning after the robbery he
was with a younger lad, Blaine, at
about S o'clock. His story is that at
o'clock he met Blaine with a bag
under one arm and bottle wrapped up
in the other hand. Together they went
to a barber shop on Second avenue
south, resort of thieves, and Blaine
opened the sacks, showing seven or
in drawer, after putting handful in
his pockets and handing one to Mike,
and he treated the BARRIERS to the con-
tents of the bottle. Afterwards, Mike
says, he kept the key to the drawer for
his friend, but he thought the goods
were bought and paid for by him.
Then there was a struggle to show
where Mike was that morning before s.
Among other places he was at the
Theatre Comique. helping the Chinese
cook peel potatoes, and while doing
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| finger seems to have been a point in the
evidence, as there was blood Oh the
sack in which the cigars were found by
| the officer, and Mikes finger was cut.
! This was his explanation.
The next witness was the Chinese
| cook, and he was unique witness as
he took the chair after being sworn.
whats your name?' asked Judge
Hicks.
Hop Kee, mia name; Hop Kee."
And what is yodr business" asked
Mixes attorney.
Cookie up at Comlioue."
And then the testimony went on. Yes,
Mike had helped him on Tuesday
morning. What Tuesday he didn't
| know; he just knew it was Tuesday.
He saw Mike cut his finger: of course
he did. Mike was very good boy; to
be sure he was. Hop got Oh famously
till he got through testifying, but as he
| left the stand thunderbolt fell.
"Attach that Witness" said the judge,
| and Hops cOuntenance fell about forty
degrees. "Why didn't you come this
morning, when you were subpenaed?"
| mo time to come. had to work."
"Well, you must know that when you
are called to come to court you must
obey. Now, if you were an American,
l would fine you $40. AS it is, will let
you off with your paying the costs of the
subpoena"
Poor Hop was dumfounded. He only
knew that something was to pay, and
it was killing him.
You may pay $3.50 and then you can
60. The people of your country must
learn that when the court calls a wit
ness he must come"
"Haint got no money in myselfee."
| ''Have you any at homer"
"Yes, got some to home.'
''Well. the officer will 60 with you,
and if you don't pay him he will bring
you back to jail"
Hops face showed the anguish he was
suffering, as he broke out: Belle mi
got dam, send man down pay him,
but i don't know what for"
$50 with the officer" said the Judge,
and the next witness was called. The
jury was not charged last night, and the
trial will not be finished up till this
morning.
To the Rock Pile.
| Henry Nelson, an eX-pOp corn vender,