The evening times., 1896-02-29

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The light from the sun that. hid behind
the clouds, crept I'm the solid old tribunal,
1 had the ghastly glare ofearIy dawn, not the
vivid color of high noon. The rain, which
swept the city last night. dampened The ardor
of crime and tho pen, consequently, held
| few prisoners.
Flynn poked his round head through
the swinging doors leading to the corridpr
| and viewed in dismay the thinly-Populated
| dock. INN f.
Ken" be w whispered huskily TO the bailiff,
.'if dis ting keeps up me an you will lose
our ockipashuns, loike that uagur in he
phiay."
"Fiynn," returned KeEdig, You are rap
Idly getting paresis." -i'l'i.,{ .t5
An wOt the divil's that?"
"Wheels. Wheels" retorted the other.
"G,wan wild yez," roa rcd the Flynn. 'aD'
spind yer fable mOind a-pomattin' ay yer
hair an let t'inkin' min alone" -'
AFFECTED THE COURT.
Even his honor's temper was blunted by
the adverse meteorological conditions. He
tip-tilted back I'm his chair, looked wlst-
fully out the window ut the bare treeslined
| like bars of iron across the gray skies and
pulled few hairs from his big red mus
tache.
"Can the first case, Mr.. Harper" he
said, wearily.
It was Hattie Tinglc, white, and charged
with profanity.
Years ago Hattie was n country girl. so
the bailiffs said, fresh and pretty. She
married, and unbapply city man.
After u divorce and the death Of her ba by,
Hattie married again and driftcd into the
maelstrom OF vice, and now the under cur
rent holds her fast in its clutches. 'Only
her eyes retained the Old beauty as she took
the stand, and faced the court, who sur
veyed her sorrowfuly.
A ragged broche shawl covered her head.
and thrust the faded brown hair in a bang
over the forehead. When she spoke, to the
surprise OF the courtroom. it was with the
best of all good things in woman. clear,
low voice. and w1th the words or an ctlu-
Gated person.
Policeman Murphy said briefly that she
was cursing yesterday afternoon in Files
court, and he wasDbliEed to arrest her.
.Is this true. Hattice', qucried the court,
gently.
"Ycs, your honor she replied. ner-
vously cLasping and unclaspiDg her thin
hands. Il did use n harsh word, but IL
slipped out. / WIS hungry. My husband
wouldn't give ne anything TO seat.r.a,
That's so. Judge intcr1ectcd Muir
ply. 1..I investigated and found her story
was true"
Your adventures in matrimony have
been singuIarly unfortunate remarked
the court.
II will ask your honor to take her
personal bonds" pleaded Murphy" '.si9
has been trying to be a good woman
for the last year. 80
GO AND SIM o MORE.
"Thc policeman says good word for
you, my girl" said Judge KimbaIl, land
l shall give you another chance. II would
have been n blessing had you never seen
q city. Go to your home, and try and fnd
the right path again."
The woman's eyes were full of tears as
she passed out. -.----'t
julius Adams and Charles Herbert amused
the shopping district of Seventh street near
New York avenue yesterday afternoon by
their original act OF drunkenness, aided by
an old cart and hat-rack horse.
They are ash men. and had been busy all
day cleaning the refuse from a saloon on
X street. The proprietor is a genial Ger
man, who knows no race prejudice. So
several times when the men came upstairs
with an old boiler full of ashes he cried out.
"Poys, you dakes a peer on me-"
Adams and Herbert refused any malt re-
fections, and demanded gin. ...s-
Il wants a red hot pokah drink, chile"
said Adams. Dat foam amt no heat ter
my froat.'
The proprietor made IL gin. and when he
tired of treating the two darkies set them
up mutually. They loaded the cart and
themselves jointly.
When the old boiler made the last trip
they tumbled in the cart and made for
Seventh street. Adams announced In
loud voice his intention of sleeping, and
calmly made his bed on the flaky cinders.
Herbert argued with himself that he alone
was sober.
He grasped the lines and drove down the
middle of the street. holding up cable cars
and attracting a mob of delighted boys
around the vehicle. As the fumes Of the gin
made their way TO his head he saw horse
come up out of the ground and take his
place alongside the other old nag. The
horses continued to spring up, until Her
bert counted eighteen horses, and then he
fell over the dashboard.
Policeman Auldrige came up and car
ried the whole outfit to the Second pre-
cinct station. where it is a familiar
figure. as Adams is arrested on an average
of twice a month.
DRUNK ALL THE TINE.