The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-01-10

of tme,D "D0n't crowd each other" "One
at a time. ger tlemen," and such like ex-
pressions. The parrot, which was perched
npon the safe in the wagon Just back OF
Lusbie. got to learn hese little speeches.,
after q seasons tour and often broke out IN
q piercing squawk with one OF them,
much to Lusbies amusement. The parrot.
which was quite a little vagabond. broke
in neighboring woods, near the circus
grounds.
A searching party was made up. and they
had not proceeded far before they heard
q vast racket. apparently made by squawk-
ing birds. fastening To the scene they
found poor Poll clInging as best che could
to the limb of a dead tree, surrounded by q
screaming flock of crows. The parrot had
only two or three tail-feathers left. and the
hostile crows were striking. peckiDg and
plucking her right and left. Hanging on
as best she could. the parrot was shrilly
screaming. "One at q time, gentlemen
Don't crowd therew Take your timer
There's plenty more left"
Now and then Tom Cottrell INDUCES in
"Reminiscences. "a good many years ago."
said he. when John Wallace was sheriff. o
young man was arrested for stealing a
statue from the y ara of the late Hon. Caleb
b. Smith. on the corner of Tennessee and
Ohio streets. He was on drunken frolio
and had taken 1t more in spirit of mis-
chief than for any other reason and had
brought it down to Illinois street and
passed 1t over the bar for half dozen
drinks. Ii was figure about two and one
half feet high. of some my theological celeb
rity, Eve FORGOTTEN whom-Shakspeare
or Apollo Belvidere, or some of them
fellows. He was tried and pleaded
guilty. There was nothing for it but to
send him to the penitentiary and the
judge, whose sympaties were In the case.
gave him the shortest term possible. /
happened to be going down to Louisville
take the young man along and leave him at
the southern prison at Jeffersonvllle. 1
told Wallace wouldn't mind having CON-
pany on the trip. but that L wouldn't be re-
sponsible if he should happen to escape.
Wallace with sly wink. told me there
would be no trouble on that score, and in
ferred he would be pleased if. in some way.
that young man should fail to arrive at the
prison.
IL started with the prisoner. He was
young fellow, and the theft of the stone
image mad been his first break from the
path of rectitude following his first drunk.
He told me of his life The was q country
youth. of his mother and the disgrace he
had brought on the family, and cried Bit
terly. When the train got as far south as
Franklin excused myself and told him
would 20 into another to see some
friends l went and was gone nearly an
hour. When / came back blamed ii that
young gosling wasn't there waiting for me.
The tram stopped for some time at Column
bus. l told my prisoner to stay In the car
and would run up into the city to see an
acquaintance. When i returned there he
was waiting for me-hadn't even changed
his SCAT in the car.
Then / talked to him: told him how
dreadful thing it was for young fellow
to 90 to prison-blighted life and oil that
sort of thing; that every now and then an
offender going to prison IS he was would
overpower the officer and make his escape.
and in after years become wealthy and
honored. / didn't draw on my fertile i'm
agination altogether for this. having re-
Gently seen play in which an ex-cODvict
was the high-muck-a-muck. i went ont or
the car again and was gone long time;
When We were almost at Jefersonville 1
went back confident that my prisoner had
escaped. But no. there he was. more de-
jeoted than ever.
"When We got to JeffersonvilIe I con-
cluded to give him one more chance. /
slipped q few dollars into his hand and told
him to 90 ont and look ut the town; that
wanted TO sleep for couple of hours. An
hour later l sauntered out on the hotel
porch. There sat my prisoner. No. he
hadn't been any here; he didn't want any
thing. He handed me back my money.
The sun was getting low. and would have
to hurry mp to get him to prison before
the gates closed. When the gloomy walls
of the penitentiary rose before him he broke
into wall. turned my back and gave
him one more opportunity. He didn't see
it. i turned him over TO the warden and
got my receipt. / have heard of persons
who could not take hint. but think that
fellow was the champion"
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c. ii. angston. one of the Denison House
BARRIERS, accompanied the late Governor
Hovey and party on their recent trip to
Mexico. and entertains his customers with
"reminiscences of the trip. 1T is mighty
funny" he says. ito be among people
whose language you can't understand, but
soon picked up few words. The Next
cans are the most polite people ever saw.
bowling and scraping all the time. and al
NEST every other word is 'graoias.' or thank
you.' When | didn't know what else TO
say said gracias. and it always went.
One day i was standing on tho steps of our
hotel when saw a man coming along who
stared at mo awful hard. He was a big,
red-faced man. and i knew he wasn't a
Mexican. but wondered Why he looked at
me so hard He kept on looking at me till
he got past, ana finally l said good
morning. The words were hardly
out of my mouth before he rushed at me,