The evening times., 1896-04-27

He attracted the notice of kendig, who
wore practically patterned outing shirt
"This is Ernest johnson, If l amt mis-
takcn," said Kendg, scrutinizing the care
ful manner in which Ernest held the sand
| wich.
Right" replied johnson, choking and
| sputtcring over a big swallow OF coffee;
lam Ernest johnson OF the worid-at-large. W
temporarily in little 1ronb,e.'' said ERNEST
winking impudenuy at the bailiff, who
regarded him admiringly.
Kendig asked johnson why he never
worked, and if lie wasn't tired Of being an
outcast, with no place in the world TO make
himself remembered.
mot remembered retorted a tramp.
"Why, I'm one OF the men that makes bis
tory. Look at the comic papers. Where
would they be If it wasn't for us and the
ne ewspaper paragraphers?"
TRAMP's ARGUMENT.
| johnson argued that the gentlmen OF the
road not only furnished a peculiar vein OF
| American humor, but lived always in Ar
I cadia.
"Yes when YOU re not in the workhouse,' u
observed Kendig.
johnson said a philosopher could be con-
tented anywhere.
"A philosopher. Ken" laughed Ernest.
handing the cmptied cup to the caterer.
lis an individual above all circumstances
or conditions. He forgets pain. laughs at
misfortune, and cares for nothing but the
placidity of his existence
Mike Flynn overheard the conversation.
He told Kendg that philosophers Were not
to be trusted. Mike said that johnson was
right in saying they always forgot. Mike
told. with great feeling, how one of them
borrowed $40 from him and never paid it
back. He insinuated that Diogenes con-
cealed himself in tub TO avoid creditors.
"Oh, you're a pessmist, sneercd John
son.
I'm not replied Mike, Indignantly.
I'm Dimmicrat."
Kendig fingered lovingly in his button
hole a ceiuloid counterfeit OF ohio's Ma
poieon. and said Flynn always managed to
get on the wrong side of the question. Mike
ignored the thrust and departed to keep
order at the door. As he passed through the
door he stopped TO make n mild bet Of
cent ciga thatth workhousc would contain
door hc stopped to make n mild bet of ten
Nit said Johnson. III give his honor
al
PROVED A FAILURE.
Ernest's grand stand play proved
failure. The policeman told his honor that
johnson was found asleep n South Wash
ington coal yard.
Hes an ldtimer, your honor" said
the officer, and shows up every SPRING
II remember him. answered the court.
"Ernest's face is a familiar one TO me-"
Thank you, judge" said the unabashed
johnson, picking from his ragged coat
some discriminating evidence in the shape
of bark and chips, lit is always pleasant
10 be remembered
The court disagreed, saying police
court recollection was not the best OF rec
concentrations.
what where you doing in that coal
yard?"
Sleeping, sir; sleeping" answered John
son. Il reached Washington from Atlanta
and was tired and sleepy. ! thought
few hours rest would refresh me, and
could continue my journey northward."
"Ain't he the darlin' talker,'' said Costi-
gan 10 Hogg, 'wid his foine worruds an
nerve. The jedge will let him go, shure."
You haven't answered my question
yet" persisted the court. Being tired
and sleepy is no excuse for your presence
IN that place"
johnson said when he had the price bed
of down was not too good for him.
ION this occasion my funds were short,
and, being n man Of bohemian and philo-
sophical instincts, l made my bed in the
most available place.
The court looked amused at the prisoner
as his language was in such strong contrast
to his appearance.
You are an educated man, johnson,
it SEEMS
ONCE A PRINTER.
"Yes, sir; self-educated used to be
a compositor,' replied Ernest, proudly.
Now you are tramp
Not exactly said the nervy tramp.
81 am an Individual with a mania for trav-
cling. Unfortunately. my fortunes are not
Of a degree to warrant me travelling, ex-
cept in a nomadic fashion,"
what condition was he in, officer,
when you arrested him?" inquired the
court.
Drunk. We found a pint bottle. half
full Of whisky, in his pocket
This settled Johnson's fate.
You can go down for thirty days" de-
cided the court.
"Oh. Ken, you see, if had had the price
Of bed last night. this would never have
happened" whispered Johnson, as the bailiff
escorted him down the line.
Let me give you an epigram to retail
to the newspaper men before i pass the
portals" continued Ernest.
Hurry up, then" said Kenlig. stand
ing the familiarity because johnson was
an old acquainta nee.
Here it is" and Johnson pulled a
dirty sheet Of paper from his inside pocket
1t was note paper Of the Arragon Hotel,
Augusta, Ga. On it was written, In a
bold. fluent hand: There are only three
sensations in the world. A tiger when he
strikes his prey: mother when she finds
her child, and a man when he wakes in
the morning with the price,"
Kendig before handing it to the reporters,
read it and laughed at the last words.
you've been asleep for years." he said,
showing johnson through the doors. John
son, who is about fifty, used to be pros
porous until whisky pulled him down. He
s a native of Waltham. Mass.
James A. Bland, a well-dressed mulatto,
got deservedly severe sentence of six
months in the workhouse for trying to
flim-flam Isaac Norman, an old colored
farmer living in Montgomery county, Md.
Bland is well-known to the police and has
worked his tricks before and suffered i'm
prisonment for them.
Norman created amuseme mt in court by
the stentorian way in which he ans wered
to his name.
'.I-sick Norman" called the clerk.
AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE.