The evening times., 1896-10-05

past 4, an yer 0i am agin," and Annie
after a strenuous effort, screwed n tea
from pnes OF her sunken eyes. "They'r
! always sipdin ne down for rothin'."
mo, no;" corrected the ,JuuEe, 10
something-that something whiskey. VIII
don't you stop drinking?"
Annie dropped her bundle and hid he
face in her gingham apron.
| ''Oi promised the Christian people
wud take the plidge, an I was goin
across the river to the countree whin the.
fetched me to the lookup, an had me ba 6
| gage ridy to GO"
| Annie began unwrapping the paper par
| Gel which contained small comb.
us that all Your taggage?" queried Mr.
Pngh. You travel lighter than flying
| column
I'm travel lighter than ennything,' -
| answered Annie, III his 'anner will lei
| me Co."
And his honor will responded the
Judge. IL shall afford you one more chance
to reform, but promise yself you will
be here again within the week.
''Indade. Oi won't unless Oi kin walk on
the water, an the Lord knows, can't
swhim," she said after her tonds were
taken.
A MOTHERS LOVE.
Annie O'Malley, arrested by Policeman
Langley Saturday night as a vagrant, is
either Il colossal ypocrite or a woman in
whose breast there still buns maternal
passion for the child she has not held in
her arms for ten years. She still has some
traces of the comeliness she must have pos
sessed before dissipation separated her
from husband and home and brought her
To the dock Of u police court.
The ponce, and there Were many OF them
to testify against her, gave her the reputa-
ton OF a street-walker, saying she had
been caught at different times in various
portions of the city late at night ind earl Y
in the forming. Special Officer Ofrutt said
she was drunk Saturday night, riding in a
cab.
The driver told me- said Offutt, "she
was looking for an officer. l recognized
her and knew she didn't want n rolice-
man. l have seen her fun before
''Oh, this is put up job on me-
quavered Mrs. O'Malley. My boys dying,
and they are trying to keep me from him
He's at the house of Dan Buckley and
they won't let me see him.
Are you any relation to Mr.. Buckley
questioned the Judge.
es, sir; his wife Is my sister-inIaw."
Mr.. Buckley is in court, your HONOR
said Policeman Kimmell. Il think he
can explain the matter"
Mr.. Buckley, who is well-known sa-
loon-keeper, stepped to the judges desk,
looking at the prisoner in mingled anger
and aversion. Mrs. O'Malley returned In,
looks with interest
She was dressed in a fur-trimmed dolman
and an old-fashioued widows bonnet,
and while Mr.. Buckley was talking to tho
court, patted her hands together as if she
longed to employ them in making an attack
on Mr.. Buckley.
They were soft, plump, white hands, well
cared for-the last vestige OF her lost beau.
ty-and at times she clasped them at her
throat, as If to repress the emotion she was
determined not to show.
Mr.. Buckley, spare man, pallid, with
burning black eyes, spoke with much agi
tatiOn.
Judge" he said, pointing to Mrs.
O'Mally, This woman broke her husbands
heart. She was divorced from him in
1886"
Yes, Illegally" cried Mrs o'Malley,
yeheme nuy.
BE quiet, madam" reproved the Judge,
sternly
Judge Miller was the attorney in the
case" continued Mr. Buckley '.She dis
about this time. leaving q boy
twenty-two months old. W honI he husbands
sister. now my wife, cared for We were
married four years ago, and the court gave
us the guardianship of the boy"
THE wOMAN's VAIL.
My boy, my boy" groaned Mrs. O'Mal-
ley as Kcndig comforted her and told her
she must keep still.
-Four months ago" proceeded Mr.. Buck
ley. ''she returned and has bounded the
little fellow on the street and coming
from school and he has been going down