The record-union., 1891-02-16
GILSON'S PUGILISPIC NEMESIS.
Romance Surrounding the Loss of a
Black-and- Tan Rooster.
VIII There be BIoodshed &C. Brown
Moralizes-A Chicken Ped
dler's Woe.

officials should be very careful about re-
fusing warrants to persons who ask for
them. Fit had not been for just such q
piece of business as that Jim Lansing
would be alive to-day. You remember
that case, of course. Young Raten went
to the police station for a warrant for the
arrest of party who had been annoying
him. The warrant was refused him.
Then he took the law into his own hands.
Lansing happened to get in his way and
was killed"
Charley Brown, the retired faro king,
thus moralized, as he and the reporter sat
on the courthouse steps.
What was it about?
Well, Brown had just been into the
District Attorneys Office with William
Gibson, the chicken peddler Gibson
wanted warrant. Caroline Baelling, his
nemesis, had, so he said, punched him in
the stomach, and he wanted her jailed.
He. bad reported the matter to Police
Judge Cravens, and that official had de-
cl1ned to give him q warrant. The Dis
trlct Attorneys Office was next visited,
! but Mr.. Ryan and his deputy were busy
with the Frediani murder case.
MIGHT COMMIT MURDER.
ellison was walking up and down the
stone sidewalk with his hands clasped
behind his back, and he was meditating
Look at that old fellow now," resumed
Brown, pointing to the ambling poultry
propagator, ''he might go and do just as
Raten did, but"-and the eXknight of the
green cloth dropped his voice into whis-
peri don't really think he will be-
cause he's dead scared of that woman,
and she's fighter from way back. But
/ was only saving what might be the
yh. n %
ting her heart out, or something of the
sort. The law won't give him any pro-
lection, it seems, and that old Amazon is
just as likely as not to give him a cutting
every time she runs across him on the
streets. Now, if he should get desperate
and do as Raten-"
''Yes, but Raten had to go TO State
Prison. interrupted the scribe.
''Humph! That's so." Brown scratched
his head retlectively. ''Well," he said
finally, Il guess you had better interview
Gibson about the matter. Maybe he'll
butcher the woman and give you news
paper fellows a big sensation-and may
be he won't. Go and talk to him.
HE'S NOT DANGEROUS.
"What? Liable to murder her? That
woman? Why, my
Gilson's breath deserted him and he
began to reel. The reporter helped him
to seat beside his friend Brown and
Elneu MIN WIN MS nat.
why, sir, resumed ellison, when he
had recovered consciousness, ''the first
move I'd make toward that woman she'd
jump on me and give it to me until there
would be nothing left of me but grease
spot on the sidewalk. I'm an old man,
and she's holy terror. No danger, sir
of my troubling her. [ will consider
myself lucky if l can keep out OF her
way"
How did all this trouble come about.
anyhow" asked the reporter, who was
now getting interested.
Gibson told the whole story. Mrs.
Baelling had him arrested last week. al
-leging that she had discovered some of
her chickens-a big black -and-tan rooster
was identified in particular-in Gilson's
coop ON Thirty-first street. ellison was
not charged with stealing the chickens,
but with receiving stolen property. Gill
son Swore that he bought the chickens
from 4 man, and the man, testified that
such was the case. Judge Cravens,
WITH soLoMoS-LIKE JUDGMENT,
Acquitted Gibson, but awarded the black
and-tan rooster to the woman and she re-
joiced appropriately.
But when the parties were filing out of
court, Mrs. Baelling remembered that
even though she had been awarded the
Judge Cravens denied that he had made
any mistake in letting ellison 90. She
then set after Gibson, caught him on the
Police Court stairs, seized him by the
whiskers Cuxuriant they are, too, worn
la billy-goat), punched him once, twice,
thrice in the stomach, and said he was a
chicken thief.
Gibson denied the imputation and ex-
planned that he was only a chicken
peddler. But explanations were useless
then, and they only served to further in
flame the already fiery Mrs. Baelling.
She punched him in the stomach again;
and renewed the accusation that he was a
poultry pilferer.
Then Judge Cravens was appealed to.
His Honor subsequently denied that he
told Gibson to ''go and chase himself, and
stop fighting with women" but said he
simply told the chicken merchant ''iet
the racket DROP
''She ought to have been satisfied after
getting the rooster" suggested Brown,
after ellison had finished his tale of woe.
But here was just where all the trouble
came in. She didn't get the rooster after
all. Police Officer Frazee's eagle-eyes
happened to drop on to the feathery biped,
and his mouth watered. Muttering some
thing about Its just about ripe for a
fricassee," he slowed the rooster away
under his overcoat and went home. The
woman thought ellison had thence the
punching.
The end is not yet, by any means.
ellison swears that he will have his
nemesis '.jugged" even if he has to appeal
to the United States Supreme Court.
Like the fablous Hibernian, he wishes
now that he had died from the punching
so that he could enjoy seeing her exc
cuted for his murder.
ESTHETIC BURGLARS