The evening times., 1896-05-13

Judge Kimbar looked over the pen this
morning and said to Flynn: "Mr. Flynn,
you are sure they are all here?''
'.Indade they are, sur,' replied Flynn,
! gazing proudly at his wide cxpanse OF shirt
| front, IAN very few OF them at that,
| your anner.'
The dock was depopulated and his honor
had slim array OF offenders to deal with.
| The court, as all courts usually do In an
! aggravating fashion, held cases of interest
| until the last. The first was that OF Ed
ward Ball, charged with disorderly con-
duct.
Ball is not the right name of the de-
! fendant. and he was clever enough to
parry all question as to his identity.
He was arrested last night under rather
| peculiar circumstances. An officer saw
him tumbling off the steps of stately red
brick mansion on F street, near Twentieth.
ROLLED DOWNSTAIRS.
Mr.. Ball, obeying the law of gravity,
rolled down the hard brown stone stair
case. with the nonchalenCe of a man play
ing in velvet.
The policeman, after picking him up. and
trying to shake some ideas in his prisoners
Il,
house.
The story developed in court was pc
culiar 1t appeared as if Edward had be-
gun the evening in regime of rickeys. He
was put on Georgetown car at Fifteenth
street by one of his friends at midnight.
Ball, dazed and uncertain. got OFF at
| Twentieth street and walked south, in-
stead of north, where his home is.
In the neighborhood until he reached II
heavily-fretted and carved entrance of
mansion, built after the Queen Anne style.
THANK Heavens" said Ball, my home
at last"
He managed to disentangle his keys and
fitted them all hopelcssly i'll the door
None of them would suit.
Guess I'm drunk" concluded Ball,
dropping on the floor Of the vestihulc,
and making pillow OF the doormat
He slept there soundly until daybreak..
when the outer door was opened by
milkman. placing in the corner Of the YES
tibule a jar OF milk He didn't see Ball,
and Ball didn't see him.
BALL DRANK THE MILK.
Ball woke up about an hour later, with
Cripple Creek thirst and n throbbing
head.
I'm good thing-nit,'' he said, dis
covering the jar of milk.
"Jimminyr' he exclaimed. wiping his
tongue and trying TO focus the patterns
on the wall paper.
MY people are getting reckless. They
used to get il in tin pail, now they are
buying 1t in sealed jars. And they're pa
pering the house, too.'' said Ball, who is
the support of a family. That's what l
get for staying away two days
He got nn his feet, and critically exam-
ined the dados and paper. i
Ball began to believe, then. by the
unfamiliar sight, that he had made IA mis-
take He adjusted his eyeglasses, walked
to the outside and looked at the number OF |
the house, worked in white and blue figures |
on the stained glass fan light.
Holy smoke groancd Bail. Il am ip |
the wrong house. He stumbled down the |
steps and fell into the arms Of police |
man.
.Do you live here asked the policeman. |
"No, sir stammered Ball.
what are you doing there them de- |
manded the copper. taking fresh hold en
poor Balls collar.
Ball could not make an explanation and |
was locked up. This morning ne told
Judge Kimball truthful story of the oc- |
currence.
Il really thought" said Ball, Il was in
ID yowndoorway."
Take his personal bonds said the
: Idgc after administering severe lecture
to the defendant OH the evils of drinking.
George D. Hauf is an unworthy son of
his father He is young man OF twenty
five and spends the major portion of his
time drinking rum His father has forgiven
his trespasses time and time again. but
finally was compelled to drive him from
home.
Last night George. drunk, reckless and
vicious. went TO his fathers house and de-
handed admittance. His mother pleaded
with him from the window and his father
from behind the closed door.
The son refused pacific measures and be-
came so violent that the police were called
10. This morning Judge Kimball fined him
$40 or thirty days. He went down.
A CASE FOR oUIDA.
Ouida wrote once that the more she saw
IF men the better she loved animals.
Her pessimistic soul would have delighted
n the case of John Gate wood, charged with
:ruelly treating and torturing n mule.
John is not simply black The smut of
furnace floors could acquire no more black.
ness than is on the lat-nosed, pop-eyed
of Gate wood.
His is cruel hand and he brutally flayed
he mule he was driving yesterday while
climbing a steephill with a heavy load, until
officer Rabbit arrested him.
This morning Judge Kimball fined him SIS.
COMPLAINTSOF LARCENY.