The evening world., 1889-01-12

Detective McNuIIen Points Him Out as n
sa.usS!5E Sc ?=s!!:, ==a -Eo. Es e
Arrested Because McMuilen Was
Knocked Down by n Friend Of His
Discharged mt Jefferson Market.
Mr.. Tom o'Brien lounged out of the White
Elephant, on Broadway, and stopped for an
instant under the electric light, wondering
whether he would turn his steps up or down
town. 1t was only 8 o'clock. The gam at
Days has not begun at that time.
Mr.. Tom O'Brien has no use for the small
games. so he wondered what he should do I'm
til midnight, by which time the big games
are in full blast.
He was attlred in evening DIRE IS, wore a
heavy satin-lined overcoat, an English Derby
of the latest style, and lazily pulled a fra
grant Havana.
While he stood musing as to what he should
do, q party of big, well-dressed men passed.
two or three of whom nodded to him. Then
some one in the party, evidently from the
country, asked:
WHO is that 2"
"Oh, that's Tom O'Brien, the gambler"
was the answer in a loud tone, which reached
the sports ears.
His black eyes flashed. His white face
grew Dnler. Inc Wlllte even teeth came to-
gcther with click under the black mustache,
and he stepped out briskly after the party
that had Just swept by.
A few quick steps and he was in the midst
of them. Then he grabbed the biggest one
there by the arm and swung him around until
they stood face to face. Then he said, speak
ing slowly and distinctly:
My good fellow, let me give you some
good advice. No matter what our business
is we can always be gentlemen. l have al
ways tried to be SO. Now don't you think 1t
is rather small TO point me out every time
you see me and say, that is Tom O'Brien,
the gambler
William McMullen. if [ am informed Alright.
You are the detective at the Hotel Brunswick,
and yet although l know all this don't feel
bound to impart the information TO each and
everybody who may be with. me when | meet
you. Now, l have given this advice gratis.
Take it or leave it as you will, but don't point
me out again."
McMullen doubled his fists, but a glance
in the determined face of the man before HIM
caused him to alter his mind. He laughed
uneasily. O'Brien sneered back and walked
coolly away. McMullen and his friends vent
on uptown.
MIR. Tom O'Brien went into Palmer's Thea
and occupied o front seat with a friend in the
orchestra. 1t bored him and he left after the
tirst act.
Later in the evening. at Twenty-eighth
street and Sixth avenue, they met McMullen
and his crowd again. They blockaded the
sidewalk. Mr.. Tom O'Brien is not used to
going out of his way for anybody. He jostled
his way through the crowd. His friend Lum-
ley followed him. They were nearly through
when McMullen made some remark.
Quick as n flash Lumley, more hot-headed
than O'Brien, turned and punched him in
the nose. The detective fell in a heap on
the sidewalk. The two sports continued on
their way unmolested.
Later, coming out of Days big winners.
O'Brien. who had really done nothing at all,
was arrested, on McMullen's complaint. He
slept as comfortably i'll a cell il. Capt.
Reilly's statlon-h house as he would have done
at home. and walked as unconcernedly into
Jefferson Market Police Court yesterday
morning as if he were going to church.
What has the man done ?" asked Justice
Duffy.
He had done nothing. Nothing could b.
charged against him and lie was discharged.
He is still wondering what he was arrested
for.
- It really seems as if a square sport had
no chance at all in this town. he remarked
to a friend. guess l will 60 back to Chi
cago or Denver"