The evening times., 1896-09-11

There was a difference at the police
| court this morning in the condition oi
the corridors and the courtroom. For the
last ten days they have been packed to suf.
| location; today they were almost clear
of spectators and hangers-on, and there
| was only one reason for 1.-THE presence Of
| Michael Joseph Flynn, the conscientious
| guardian of the outer entrances, who has
returned from his vacation.
| FLYNN comes back mellowed and soft
ened by his trip to Niagara. de was sub
dued by the ma iesty of the great waters
because he discovered something bigger
| than himself.
| Mike is always princely in his mani
restations, and rode to the court today in
| state of affluence. He was seated i'll a
baroucbe, and just that vehicle touched
| the curb the Black Maria, with the sun
shining on its vanished panels, backed
| alongside.
| Flynn dismounted with careful majesty,
| giving an all-around salute to the lawyers
and policemen idling on the portico of the
| court house. As he did so, Dick, the
veteran driver of the van, swung open the
| door and assisted Mr.. Michael Lanahady,
| vag and veteran, to alight. Michael stared
with wonder at FlynD's equipage.
| And it's chaZes yere comm in now,''
cried Lanahady.
-, No sur" replied Flynn, sternly, Its a
brooch"
"Coops are me favorite wchickle,'' re-
| turned Lanahady.
'You mean coupay," said Flynn.
Lanahady nervously tugged at his un-
| kempt whiskers, and remarked that Flynn
| must have spent his vacation in France.
"Yere accint is too proud" said Lana .
hady.
Flynn was too happy at returning to his
own to pay much attention TO the sour
remarks OF the old pensioner. He entered
| the court room and was greeted cordially
by Judge Kimball.
GLAD TO SEE FLYNN.
1--WE have missed you, Mr.. Flynn" said
his honor, land We are glad you are back" :"
Flynn gave his usual military salute, as
sured the court that he was happy to once
more fulfill his duties: then he walked
to the corridor and again the familiar sound
of Hallway" sounded through the court
room.
Mikes Homecoming was signa1ized by
light docket The first prisoner he ush-
cred into the dock was George Pinkard, ar
ersted yesterday by Detective Tho mas
Hariigan for reckless driving.
Hartigan said he noticed Pinkard at the
corner of Third and G streets nerdlessly
whipping horse in a surrey. After the -
tective had described the defendants ac-
tuns ne happened To say that he intended
TO call the matter to the attention of the
Humane Society.
Al this remark Lawyer Emanuel Hewlett,
seated near the rail, laughed long and scorn-
fully. Hartigan is an athletic officer, with
a handsome, blonde face, aud a determined
air His face flushed at the attorneys ridi-
cule, and as he stepped from the stand he
passed to where Hewlett was sitting, and
said, with considerable feeling, "Does this
case affect you any?''
Little glints' of light stole in Hewlett's
eyes as, in his rese Dtmeut, he ex claimed, pas
sionately, Don't you upbraid me, Sir"
The little byplay up to this time was un-
noticed by Judg e imball but when the law
yer's harsh tone reached his ear he turned
abruptly in his chair, where he sat facing
the prisoner, and said, sharply:
REPRIMANDED THE LAWYER.
You must not interrupt the court, sir,
addressing himself to Hewlett.
Hewlett clinched his hands and bit his
lips as he arose, and, making mock rev.
erence, said coldly: II am not interrupttng
the court"
Judge Kimbau pressed his hand over his
big mustache as he answered sternly: You
are interrupting the court, sir, and will
ask you TO take your seat"
Hewlett sat down, and as Hartigan passed
out Mike Flynn said: Tommy, do you want
to-buya War Cry?"
what for?" said Hartigan.
''Aint you goin' to foight?"
No." said Hartigan, suavely; those
things don't cut any ice with me-"
Flynn appeared distressed, and said after
all the Irish We're not the race they used to
be.
AS for Pinkard, he was fined $40 and
Hartigan was justified.
FlyDn's critic, Michael Lanahady, oc-
cupied very little of the courts time.
The policeman said lie found him yester-
day asleep on a bench in the park.
WAS he drunk?'' asked the court.
"If 1 be any judge of breaths,' said tile
officer, "he was"
well, are you?" and his honor smiled.