The evening times., 1896-03-09

| tercSt In the comic and sometimes tragic
| situations.
Once, when n dcvil-may-care vagrant re
| piled to the courts questions in cavaiie
| fashion, the girls Uttered out loud iant
awoke the ire OF the redoubtable Kcndig
"Silence thcre!' he shouted in reprov
| ing tone, while the fair offenders blusheC
at their tcmerity and cast dagger glancei
| later at the Dailiff.
| .Shurc, Ken" remarked Flynn, who
was standing near the door and noticed
the incident; ''be n little gintle wild dem.
it's the swatcst sound I've liver heerd in
dis phlacc.''
ON A LONG SPREE.
Michael whalen was the first man TO
greet his honor Michael is an old soldier,
and has been on protracted spree ever
since pension day. Wednesday he drew
S54 from the agency and by Saturday it
was all wasted in rum.
On that day he went to the Capitol and
asked several people for money, and would
have kept up his begging tactics if he had
not been stopped by the police, who locked
him up in the crypt. and later sent him to
the Sixth precinct station.
Mike shook like an aspen leaf as he
stumbled nervously to the stand, and gave
| the court a military salute. The last
cnibers OF the vic whisky the defendant
had drank were dying out of him, and he
was close to the horrors of the lin jams
Its very easy to see what has been
the trouble with you remarked the court,
as the wrteched man shook out of his black
crater OF mouth some untelligible words.
"If you please. SIR he finally exciaim-
ed, I'm very ould man, and me ele
soight is bad. an ] was lookin' out at the
capital for Misther Harry Miner. who is
n pertickler friend OF moine, and ] mis-
TUX the other gent fer him.
But you were begging from almost
everybody you met up there, SO the
policeman says
'No. sir; that's not so.'
"Oh. yes, it is i must credit the off
GERS story in preference to yours
Mike said he came from Troy and wanted
to get back there.
Not for fifteen days, Michael" re-
piled his honor. This business of annoy
ing Congressman must cease. Hardly day
passes but what some OF your class Is brought
here on this same Charge
You'll offind Mist,,er Miner If Dim sent
Mr.. Miner. think. will not have an at
tack kofinsomniafrom your honor decision"
interjected Mr.. Pugh.
His honor as.entcd. with a smile. and Ken
dig walked Mike down the line, whispering
that Congressional hurrah touches must
stop.
YOUNG, But AN OLD TRAMP.
Once Peter Riley was some fond m6ther's
handsome hoy. but that was long ago, for
he has been wanderer and tramp for years
although still young man. His blue
eyes. faded from drink, his curly, black
hair. matted and long, and the hopeless
look OF a hunted animal on his thin pinched
face. made him a pathetic object of misery
In the courts eyes today.
The policeman said that Riley has just
gotten out OF the workhouse, where he had
been sent for begging, and was caught at
the same game yesterday on the Avenue.
what about this Rilcy?" asked the
judge in n tone OF pity.
ITS true replied the man, but
was hungry and had to get something TO
eat. got arrested. of course, like al
ways do, everywhere l co.
"Of course" said his honor. there is
nothing surprising in that, because you
make a practice OF doing nothing, and
lead a vagrnat's life"
Yes returned Riley, slowly bend
ing his head over the railing and gazing
at the worn, stained floor, as If for sym
pathy, there is no spot on earth where l
am not regarded as Il suspicious and dan
gcrous character
The words struck II chord of sympathy in
the heart of every man, who heard the
despairing declaration.
well, I'm going TO give you one more
chance" declared the court. You are
certainly forlorn ana friendless man, and
/ won't send you any further down the
road if you'll promise me to leave the town
in an hour"
Rileypromiscd and his pcrsonalbonds were
accepted.
In leaving the courtroom lie fairly ran.
sADDEsT CASE OF ALL.
The next ca Sc was one of the saddest the
court has handled in many a day. Walter
May, 4 nice-lookinS boy, aged fourteen
years, was arrested Saturday by Policeman
Stewart, n colored officer, for begging.
BOY, ,whatdoyoumcanby by such conduct?''
inquired the court. do you live herc?''
Yes. sir; but was hungry beans wcr-
ed, looking woefully wretched and blushng
up TO his rich dark hair. My mother has
just died and left six of us. My father,
who is crippled, is out OF work. There
was nothing to eat in the house, and was
determined to get something to cat some
where. SO ] went out and asked for
That was wrong, my boy said his
honor, gently. There are other places
for the relief of such conditions, and you
should have gone to them.''
May pleaded ignorance of such facts.
MY father is in court, and will prove
what 1 say is true" fearing the doubtful
look on his honor's face.
The father hobblcd to the stand, and
bore out the boys statement.
This certainly is deplorabIe situa-
tion," said his honor, land am not going
and I'll have the Associated Charities no.
titled about the affair."
Henry Mondsly might have passed for
some tragic actor as he lounged in the
pen and wearily pleaded not guilty to the
allegations of vagrancy and profanity.
His white hair, brushed away from a
high forehead, the straight nose, firm lips
and deep, firmly-shaped chin, the strongly
marked black eyebrows, all gave him an
appearance that would have been noticed
in crowd even though he wore the rags
Of a tramp.
His presence impressed the court until
the testimony developed that the man was
guilty under the same circumstances which
got Red Mike Whalen into trouble.
Mondsley had also been making a sys-
tematic borrow in the lobby of the House
Of Representatives. Saturday, from any
man who would listen to his story. He
was warned away from the Canito1 hv