The evening world., 1891-06-26

call him " Frenchy No. l." Never before In
the history OF New York have the police sue
ceeded so well In completely surrounding a
murder in mystery.
Every witness in the case was nabbed by
Chief Byrnes's men and hidden away from in
vestigating laymen in the House of Detention,
that last necessary relic OF civilized barbarism.
The people have only this Algerian Arab,
who speaks monosynabic English with difIi-
Guilty and understands almost nothing that is
said TO him or in his presence.
The public, save the very few who gain ad-
mission to the Court chamber where Recorder
smyth sits In Judgment, must see Ameer Ben
Ali through the scrutinizing, analytical eyes
OF the press.
Carrie Browns slayer was more than a
| fiend incarnate. That much is settled In
every mind.
Look at the yellow-brown, hollow-eyed,
half-nourished, unacclimated fellow who Is
charged with the butchery.
Tail, thin, angular, more than enveloped In
| the CASTOR clothing OF Fred House, his CHIEF
| counsel, Ameer Ben Ali sat In the prisoners
pen at the rear OF the courtroom when an
EVENING WORLD reporter stepped TO the
grated door this morning.
Ameer, the son OF Ali, was slowly weaving
coils OF aromatic smoke from delicate Turk.
fish cigarette. He arose, greeted the caller
with an oriental salaam, and poised his head
like one who anticipates difficulty in hearing
or in understanding coming remark.
The sunken eyes, small, deep brown, too
near together, peer wistfully at the stranger.
The skin over the high cheek-bones, a curious
| EaIln fnNra ~ 4 ~ N1f, ~ afNn
| glistens The retreating brow wrinkles and
corrugates In the effort 20 exert all the facul-
ties towards comprehension OF what is to be
| said.
"Good morning, Ameer."
The anxious, wistful look gives place TO a
| smile childlike and simple. A pleased smile.
The stranger has said something that he un-
The nifty wrinkles In the yellow-brown
forehead smooth out, and the child OF the
desert replies:
"Goot YER gootT
allow long in Ameriquc, Ameer3" the
visitor asks, perpetrating unconsciously the
common absurdity OF trying 10 make one who
can't understand good English understand nc
Xmeer spreads both hands, shrugs the an
gular shoulders, arches the Overhanging
brows, rolls up the 1erret-liIe brown eyes and
says: ~
Then the eyes drop, and the fellow seems to
shrink within himself Then he spreads his
| hands before MIN again, pleaulnRly. Ine
| little bullet head drops 10 one slde-plead-
ingly. The mouth purses-pleadingly.
"No com No frynd coml No wtfe-nC
chill. Plent frynd II Breuck-lyn. No com
| say me goOt-nO bad man"
There is the utmost anguish In the voice
| sort, though tIihe hoarse.
| "Then you have wife and children
| Ameer?" The visitor says, softly.
| Tears, that sOeak q language understood In
every cline, I'LL the deep-set eyes and roll Out
| over the yellow-brown cheeks.
There are tears In the next words, that
| came trembling from the thin lips.
| Yah--in Algeria. Waite, two chill.
| Wan-twO. Lit girl-bOy.',
| Ameer holds up one nnger. then two, count
| ing with the other hand ns ho says this, and
there is mourning, sadness In It all that Il
touching.
one iorgets that, II the indictment be true
this apparently simple fellow, crying FOR his
| wife aud babies In far away Algeria, 5trangleC
| Carrie Brown 20 death, and with I'm.
satiable fury nendishly reyelled In hei
blood, ripped Eer living nesh, tort
and manRled her dead body, twisted
and stripped her intesines, and afteI
/ making his Ipark--a cross cut and slashed II
the flesh pf her back deep down 90 the bone
concluded the most awful deed known IN tht
(. long listof New York murders by sticking th'