The evening times., 1896-12-11

Yesterday Michael Joseph Flynn was
prosecutor sternly upholding thelaw as
witness against a tramp. Today he was "a
good Samaritan, giving his word Tor the
release of n workingman, who was the
essence of responsibility, contrasted with
the other prisoners in the dock.
He was Tim othy Mccarthy, shaven, hon
est-faced and clean. despite the night in
a cell where he was imprisoned at the in
stance of Policeman Hoagland, who swore
before Judge Kimball this morning McCar-
thy and anot her man were fighting on ii
street northeast yesterday evening.
Mccarthy testiIied just the opposite. say
ing it was a case of harmless skylarkinS.
Mccarthy and he exchanged several
blows said Hoagland, an officer with
rather abashed and retiring manner, and
it required three of us to separate them.
The man he was tussling with got away"
Your homer" said Mccarthy, I'VE had
been attending meeting of the Brickiayers
Union, and a lot OF us were fooling around
the corner. In wrestling with friend Of
mine slipped and fell on the pavement, but
there was no fight between U.S.
lie was all covered with blood inter
jected Hoa gland, softly, indicating Nc
Carthy.
1T was Il fight fast enough determined
the court resulutely. Mccarthy, you are
fined So.
Judge" said the defendant, I'm "a
working man, sir, and want time to pay my
fine
when can You pay it?'
Tomorrow, sir" answered Mccarthy,
hopefully, Il have two weeks pay coming
to me-
DO you know any officer who will vouch
for yuu?'' said the judge.
Mccarthy turned. 20 MI onting the Police
men seated near him. He scanned their
faces anxinnsly, but did / OF see familiar
counteEance.
u don't see any one here j Know, he
faltered, with q sigh.
Just then. out ia the corridor, deep
voice, Toared for the presence OF 'Lyyer
Kicks"
Mccarthy smiled JOY yously. "oh, yes,''
he said to the Ourt, Il know Mr.. FINN"
Flynn was called, and posed gravcly by
the judges desk as the latter asked hi!n
if he knew Mccarthy.
Il do that, your honor" said Flynn
He is fined So, Mr. Flynn" explained
the Judge. land asks credit until to
MORROW; will he keep his word?"
Flynn wheeled slowly on his heels
until ne faced Nee arthy, whom he saIuted
with cundescension.
He will do what lie says, sur prom
ised Nike. Hes a good worker and Il
familee man"
Then take his bonds" concluded the
judge.
Sober. Thomas Mullin is honest: drunk,
heis n thief, finding IL impussihlcto to restrain
a desire to appropriate other peoples
property. For this form of kleptomania he
has served time i'll both the pcnitentiary
and the jail. Thomas is a short, bottle
should cred man, carrot-haircd, freckle-
faced. and entirely sclf-possessed, no mat
ter what the circumstances are.
vas hN-p
through an alley near the Center market.
displaying desire to yacatc the neigh
borhoOd at once. Hartman knows TOmme
and his weaknesses, SO he stopped him
with chsery 'Hello, Tummie, Where'd
You get that coose?'
None of you id business. returned Mr..
Tomme, accelcrating his speed until the
officer placed a restraining hand on his
coat sleeve.
Mullin told several different stories about
the goose, finally admitting to SerGt Acton.
when he was taken to the First precinct
station, that he had stolen t.
He told me first said Hartman, to
Judge Kimball. ''he bought the goose at a
stand; then he said he got it from a COM
mission merchant, but he could not locate
the dealer that sold it. He confessed to
SeTgt. Acton he had AIKEN the goose
Hartman reviewed Mullins past life. and
things began to look very bad for Touinir
until Policeman Sullivan testified.
Hes all right, sober, your honor" said
Sullivan, but he viii steal when he gets
drunk. l have talked to him several times
about it
Say, judge cried Tommie, Il didn't