The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-07-03
Copyright ls'a by Irving Bache!ler.l

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br rsa ,Sa freeo ;. ,,,,,,, 10 ,o,,n,
s hin, on 'curb, and feeling a
eriy 3ls "a Zoo. his forehead. the
caoS A. ston, had been badly
%rey evening. wh'en was unin-
srr} n. A. ChI no was saNop-
-..ha,ed on ~ " ,he driver
NM, Ia. but hurried
&roupd loud shrek as Of
To add to The % (easantness. II be-
gan to rain u littis. then a little more.
until 1t poured in torrents.
Burnett stood upon his feet. He felt
dizzy and weak. ard his hat had flown
to the -four winds. He turned and
Staggered down Houston street, in che
direction of police headquarters the i'm
pellsag force in his mind to see those
dispatches from England being still
uppermost.
A policeman. seeing an opportunity
20 gain shelter from the storm. grabbed
him by the arm and led him along tic
sidewalk in the direction of Mulberry
street.
you've got ter come along wild me,
young feller," said the copper, You're
drunk as fiddler
In a half-dazed condition. Burnett
felt himself dragged up the steps to the
station house at the Mott street head
quarters. The police captain before
whom he was arraigned glowered at
min and committed him TO a cell at
once. He was too confused to give his
name.
''Stop! For Gods sake don't lock mo
up!' he cried. his voice suddenly coming
TO him as they led him out. I'm not
drunk: am hurt My cab was run in
TO by a cable car
The old story" laughed the captain,
rive heard it hundred times, Otic>r
shove him along and lock him8p."
And Burnett in frenzied condition.
felt two officers shove and push him
along a half-lit alleyway. then down a
flight of stairs, and the next thing ne
was in vile-smelling cell, in which was
. cot and dirty slop pail.
He sank down on the cot and groaned
aloud. Time was flying: they would ar
rest her; they would disgrace her: and
De had hoped to prevent 1t. He got up
and paced his cell to and fro like a Gagged
lion. His head ached as if it would
split. What an outrage to decide he
was intoxicated without any examina-
tion Of his condition, The only comfrt
be took to himself was that later on
he would write it up and expose the
CT tenn Of running in" injured
ID at his watch and counted
utes as they went by, by the
1t Of the gas in the corridor. 1t
now nearly half-past ten. Presently
h officer came along with another
Isdrunk" Burnett now felt like him
self again, although his head ached
) furfously. After the drunk" was
Thrown, cursing and yelling. into a cell
opposite, he accosted the officer in as
calm a vioce as he could command.
'Officer, wish to see Superintendent
Byrnes; he's friend of mine: I'm not
drunk. was coming down Broadway
to meet him when my cab was struck
by one Of those internal juggernauts-a
cable car-and I was thrown out on my
head. will give you $40 u you will let
me speak to Superintendent Byrnes."
He aint here tonight-out Of the
city."
rs Inspector Davids here?'
'Yis; he's in charge"
take me to him; know him"
'Ts this de trute?"
T~1e I swear It,"
"Gimie de mon."
Burnet handed out ten dollars. The
ooiicema was frank, good looking
Gsst SidsAmerican, who, hadl1enot been
part oftbe corrupt system then exist
nd. would n left to himself, have been
probably an honest, unbribable man.
You don't seem really drunk, sir"
be said, respectfully, as he opened the
grating door with his pass key. "On
me life. We don't SIR
Indeed, am not, officer"
''Come this way"
Burnett followed the policeman along
nhe corridor to a door, through Which.
mp hong fight of stairs he climbed, d.
eectly to Superintendent Byrnes' office.
One Of his leading assistants, Davids,
WUD S@sSV ~e NHe oupeiAh@euoihe =
desk.
the detective, with his intense, set
kacs and iron gray hair, was buslly
pcring over a number of dispatches
q they entered.
ssWhaf--you, Burnettw he asked, az
1pni6hed, looking up. He had just
ooms IN himself. and still wore his regu-
1ation cap.
"Yes, was run down by a cable car
and ptudked up for a drunk and disor-
dsriy,, and locked up. too. Luckily. I
perauaded this ofhcer to bring me before
you.r
"O6icer discharge Mr. Um-um-in-
stan3ly. Did you give your name down
Utaissw
"NO."
..Tbst's iuckyLfor you-the reporters
have lust made their rounds"
Tfe inspector, ordered the policeman
ont of the room in an angry voice.
'sThese roundsmen are all TO eager to
orreet q Weilsdressed man." he said. II
an sorry. but these officers have no
ssnSe on = rainy night. I'm glad you're
here, iii the same. You are looking
paae. 90 IN the wash room and clean UP
= little. ana when you come back I'll
have : flase cf brandy ready for you:
ana / want ycu to assist me- There's
bessl = murder III = fashionable hotel
/ and ne chlef's away--and-you are just
&he nam
'sxes--Iora &1olton-no matter about
~ cieaning up. Where's the brandy,
1h6psctorr'
d s3ers. Nj. Burnett" and the inspec-
1uf8 Ned outsai aibottle Of coDhac.
8uiosGtt 3selped himself to = large
(. 6.9n6 sfuaI. ana lhen told all he knew OF