The evening times., 1896-03-16
CLARk'S,
734-736 7th Street.

most unfortunate occurrence happen
again." he said
did you ever stop drinking beforc?''
asked the court
'Oh, yes; 1 took the pledge and kept
| it until
| Until you broke it," interrupted the
judge.
Col. Lloyd was'O his feet again, waving
| his yellow gauntlet. mo, sir, Col. Cole
man kept it until the time was up"
(which was three months,' added the
! defendant.
''If man can stop drinking three months
| he can stop for a lifetime. think Col. Cole
| man has been punished enough" observed
| the Judge, falling into line ''and / shall
accept his personal bonds"
Col. Lloyd put on his glove, Col. Coleman
put on his hat and then took ii off again,
while Col. Med. Lindsay smiled L bencdic-
ton on his erriDg editor.
Policeman Owen Cooney is Irish, shrewd
and observing. Policeman Coouey would
not deny Ire was Irish, II he could, and he
could not because his brogue is as thick
as the peat bogs in his own dear native Kill
Owen, In gum coat and rubber boots
parading with noiseless tread II street near
Twenty-sccond, saw coming through the
falling shades OF night youth, not with
strange device, but carrying a case OF beer
on his shoulder.
'Ah haI' said Owen 10 himself. "wot
the devil have we herc?''
He walked up to the youth, one John Col
soaring John so that his heart crawled
up In his windpipe. demanded what that
was.
John replied, truthfully If technically,
Wood Other words followed, and the
meeting ended in John getting locked up
aud u certain party OF young gentlemen
missed beer Sunday night and headache
Monday morning.
Now, Mr.. Cooney, what about this?''
asked the court.
''Well, yer 'anner, was comm down
Hatch stratc Soond'y night, an i heard
nize."
what time was that?'
"Sivin, yer 'aDner, jist SWIM
Cooncy went on to relate that the ''nize'
was caused by a gang OF youths who con-
gregate on II street, and were disorderly.
Pretty bad night TO be out" said his
honor.
Cooney then told of the stem chase after
the beer craft.
what happened when you came up with
this boy?''
WHAT THEY BOTH SAID
II sez to him, wat ave you there?'
rappIn' me sthick agiDst the box, an he
seq, W ood,' and / scZ, It's not; it's beer,
and he sez, That's none OF your biz'ness,'
an be got very impudint ard disorderly;
very, yer 'anner, an locked him up
His honor looked very much as if he
thought the defendants reply to CooDey was
about the proper one to make.
Your honor" said CoIbach, pale, red
haired STRIPPING of 20, Il was on my way
home, at the corner OF Twenty-fourth and F
streets, when this policeman stopped me
and asked me what was doing with that
beer. 1 told him 1t was none of his busi-
ness, and then he arrested me.''
Colbach said on the way to the box
Cooney poked him in the side with his stick,
evidently to see il that was wood also.
Are you a working boy?'
"Yes, SIR
We'll, YOU have been punished enough.
I'll accept your personal bonds
"Stop one second" said the court, as
Culbach stepped out. Cant You employ
your Sundays in 4 better way than drink
ing beer? Think over that, my boy. If
you keep it up 1 may some day have to
Judge a more serious charge against you"
Colbach hung his head and passed through
the swinging doors.