St. Paul daily globe., 1895-11-18
DENED THE TRAMP.
Jailor Matt Dantz Makes u Griev-
Gus Mistake.

Gus Mistake.
Other men are more inclined to
regret their good actions than their
misdeeds, and Matt Bantz, day jailor
at the central police station, is thus
saddened whenever he recalls his
recent hospitality to poor Barney
Brown. Barney was tramp. He
was arrested few days ago on
charge of Vagrancy. He was wanted,
however, as a witness against an
other offender, and not because he
had himself worked less than the
law allows. For that reason no for
NAL charge was entered upon the
station docket against Barney, and
he was simply hidden away in a
gloomy cell. The next morning Mr.
Bantz learned that Faye, the Omaha
forger, had been expected to arrive
in charge of an officer. Presently the
detective, who, with his prisoner,
had passed the night at the Metro
politan hotel, strolled into the sta
ton and. accosted Sergeant Horn.
We'll" said the sergeant, you've
got your man, have you?'
Sure replied the officer, 81
brought him in last night"
Convinced that the mysterious Bar
ney, against whom appeared no
charge, was the noted forger, Bantz
inquired of the sergeant, "Shall L
get him his breakfast?" The SER
geant was as much in the dark as
the jailor. yes, OF course. You'd
better go after it,
On his way to the Metropolitan
cafe Bantz reflected that a man
charged with having stolen $4,000
must be accustomed to good living.
An excellent meal was prepared, and
entrusted, steaming hot, to the at
tentive custodian. The waiter was so
heavy that Bantz was exhausted
when he reached the door Of Barney's
cell. The tramp was adjusting, with
in the top of a cowhide boot, the leg
Of his tattered overalls. Scenting the
rich perfume of the smoking Mocha,
he dashed his arms through the rem
nants of a corduroy coat, and peered
out eagerly through the bars.
Say, coppie," he exclaimed,
''you'se all right, you is! If dem
victuals amt gayw and, indeed, it
was quite good enough for a woolly
tramp. The fringed and snowy nap
kins removed, there was ranged up
on the silver waiter a dozen fried
oysters; English mutton chops, pret-
tily garnished with green herbs; a
bowl of cracked wheat; French rolls
and French fried potatoes; the light
est of wheat cakes; bananas; Della
ware grapes; a silver coffee pot
filled to the brim; rich and unlimited
cream; the sugar bowl with tongs;
doileys and a finger BOWL sauces,
relishes and other accessories. The
cell door swung open and the redo
lent breakfast was set forth upon
old Barney's cot.
What it is, boss?" remarked the
woolly one, poking the contents of
the finger bowl with a dusty thumb.
"But, no, there amt no kick comm,
see! Dis is jess de hotties stuff ut
dever coined down de pipe. Lemme
git mex, jess lemme-"
Mr.. Bantz politely absented him
self during the brief half-hour en-
ployed by the famished Barney in
''gettin' mex" On the jailor's re-
turn he found the napkins still fold
ed, the finger bowl empty, the chop
bones, the relishes, some banana
skins, and half a dozen grapes, but
little else worth mentioning.
''Well, coppie, 1 got it in de neck.
You'd jess orter see me trun it in;
f eny guy wants a recommend, you
steers 'em agin' me, see! De grub
wot a bloke gifts here is de Jim
dandiest. Got eny eatin'? ?"
Mr.. Bantz had no chewing to-
bacco. But he had provided an
agreeable substitute. He handed
Barney a Henry Clay, and went
away, gratified at having been of
service to a distinguished stranger.
Within twenty minutes the Omaha
official came in again, and remarked
that he was going to bring Faye over
from the hotel
Mr.. Bantz drew long breath.
GOOD BYE, BADGERS.