Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-03-11

recall him. taking his daily walk 1t should be
placed where it would meet the eye of strangers
who visit our city. JOHN F. CoYLE.
when . Fellow Loses His Gum, and His
Tobacco, and It's Time to Seek Redress.
From Tho New York Sun.
Lem me t'roo de railin'. wanter talk wild
de judge"
small-sfzed boy Of eleven years, with Q
scant outfit of clothes and liberal allowance Of
freckles, stood impatiently pulling at the gate
that separates .he public seats from the busi-
ness part OF jefferson Market court yesterday
afternoon. The most noticeable thing about
him was large bald spot the top of his
head, which appeared particularly white in con-
trast with the brilliant autumnal colorins of the
bushy hair surrounding it. Officer Connolly
opened the gate and the boy walked up to JUS
tice White.
Eyer honor" said he, 81 wanter git warrant
fer One-legged Mike"
"What has One-legged Mike done to you?"
asked Justice White. smiling
'He swiped me chaw.'
"Did what?" inquired the Justice with sur
prised look.
"swiped me chaw. Lifted me feed Are
you on?"
"Oh. you moan tina. he stole your lunch.
suppose"
"Nos on your life, Judge 'Twuzn't no grub.
Twuz me chawin mixtcher. see? Me an Mike
WIZ pals, but we amt pals no more. Any kid
wot snaschos me baldheaded when I'm sleepin'
ain no pal o mine. OATS q sure winner, too.
"ler see, judge, yesterday found big plug
o good chawin'. 1t wuz kinder strong alone.
SO huyed two sticks O gum an chawed her all
mp targe,hor. Say, judge. did yer ever mix
terbacker'n gum? We'll. she beats seven Of a
ind nn' hat efr .,yhA Il -.
down by de dock at Clarkson street, whsre me
an Mike does most OF our breathin', chawin'
away ter beat de band. Nike he comes up
hustlin along on his one crutchy, an SEE he:
"'Wctcher chawin!'
4" Oats my biz seq l.
" Gimme a chanst to find out sez he
" Il ain t got no knife to cut it. sez 1. an
spit out an plugged spider crawlin' along de
groun.
4" .Corny,' SCI Mike, 4 kin beat dat shot
Not wild no ammynishun of n dis chaw yer
can't, seq l.
"I'n git dat chaw yet SEE he. shakin' his
crutchy, an he went off mad an set down ter
watch some of desc here plumber seilors wot
wuz mendin' somethin down by do Cunard line
pier.
Il got sleepy an crawled under pile O.
boards an closed me peeps But first chucked
me chawin mixtcher in me back hair for safe
keerin. Mex ting l knowed one O. dem
plumber fellers had me by der neck. shakin' mo
| till cud feel me finger nails comm loose.
I'm learn yer to swpe nv tin shears SEE
he, an he GIN me biff in de jaw dat knocked
me face one sided. Won got I'D felt kin der
cold on me head. put me hand up dere an
say. judge, hope to die in soor pipe if do
top o my nut wuzn't bald as do inside o yer
hand. como purity near fuiln' down, was SO
parylized. Sez to meself, Dat plumber Teller
muster shuk you like heilenblazes,' SEE /, ter
take de haic often yere head like dat, Corny
McGinn.'
Den l looked out on de dock. an see Ono
logged Mike sittin' ders workin his mug like
| dc waikin beam on ferry boat an spittir' out
red hair at every chaw. Say, judge, d yer
| catch on ter what dat mug done? He swIped
dem plumber fellers shears and cut DAT chnw
| OIL my nut Dcre he sat- chawin' up nv
gum and nv tsrbacker and my back hair N
den got licked fer swipin' de shears. Don't
dat beat hell, judge?
''As quick AZ go. dat idse inter me Thinking
box l wuz mad fur keeps. l wuz, sure. l
| made jump for Mike, but he Just dropped
| often de dock an swum OF. Dey amt no use.
judge, tryin to catch oue-leggod Teller in de
wstor, aud dat's q safe bet Deg is twicet as
strong in one leg as anodder Teller IL in two an
dcy kin swim like a tommy-cod. Wen 1t comes
| ter swimmin Mike was a sure winner. and
knowed it, SO l stayed on dc dock an seq:
Come out here an III spoil your compleck-
| shun.' seq l.
"Mike lifted his crutchy outer do water an
he sez:
".Go toll. yer baldheadcd bsdbug.'
link Of his giyin' me dat judge, after him
cuttin' mo hair hsseli Wuznt dat frost?
''Say. but dat made me tired 1 went I'D
ter dc Charles street station ter soc de sergeant
an SEE. Sarge. want you to send a copper
ter pull in One-leg-ed Mike for swipin' me
| chaw.'
"Wot dyer tink do sargent soz, Judge?
He SEE, Say. young Teller. yer talkn' too fast
Now run away an play OATS dc steer he Civ
me, judge. OATS straight. too-sure.
couldn't take no suchguff as dat, SO come here
to g. de warrant"
'.Let me Bcs." said Justice White when Corny
had finished his statement. II think remem-
Der seeing You here before. You said your
name was McGinn, didn't you?"
"Oh, no yer honor, dat WIZ nv brudder wat
woz here before. 1 amt never"
Yet that boy that up before me for
stealing apples from stand on West street
few weeks ago looked very much like you.
just wait until have the records looked into"
but Corny, who had been uneasily moving
| toward the side door, at this point made dash
through it, leaving Ono-legged Mikes warrant
to be procured at some other time.
Gresham . Fisherman, Too.
FINN haC J,to