The evening times., 1896-03-04

mother might a child. Then the doctor
raised the cleaning weapon. Nellie shud-
| dcred as the steel touched her warm skin.
| There was a flash, n dun report. n curling
| cloud of thin smoke, ana Nellie gave u low
| dra wn moan. She WIS dead. The thick
blood flo wed from the horse 5 eX pandcd nos
| trils. and widened the circle Of spectators
until they finally drifted away.
| Abe went TO the nearest saloon and got
| insaneiy drunk. He WAS arrested for his
| boisterOus conduct and wrestlcd with thirst
and memories OF his pet all night in Il cell.
| THIS morning Judge KimbalI heard his
story with great sympathy, for his honor
| loves horses.
II feel sorry for you, Briggs. but that
| rum did not bring you another Nellie. Go
| home and behave yourself"
You can buy horse for So" whispered
| Kendig, as Abe stepped out.
"Shct yo' mouf,' returned Briggs. saw
| 0geiy. dat dat hoss come frun de bloc
| grass of kaintucky. She had blood, she did
mo- den you know bout
JOHN HARRIS DANGER.
II John Harris cannot raise So he viii
spend fifteen days in Jail for profanity.
An innocent bed slat caused the whole
| trouble. John is a darkcy waiter us
| ually the most peaceful of citizens. Sun
day night he got home way after mid
night, and was rcproachcd by his wife
| for being so t5rdy.
quarrel ensucd, which kept up until
| daybrrak. John kept himself in hand
| until in flouncing up, preparatory to get
| ting out of bed, he broke a slat and found
| himself on the floor. His language then
was spectacular. lurid and loud. col
lector of unique expressions could have
| spent "A very profitable half-hour in Johns
! society.
Policeman Sullivan, stalking up Prospect
avenue. Illuminating on the inviSibility of
| night inspectors, heard the heated words
borne to him on the early winds OF the
new day. He knocked ON the door with
| his club, commanding silence.
Man replied Harris. sticking Il hewil-
| deringly woolly head through "A broken
| window. "wots you mean by 'fcring wild
spectacle people,"
Harris, IL you don't shut up I'll take
you to the station" replied sullivan, who
is blonde whiskercd like Il Vandyke por-
trait.
Harris declaims that the past, present
and future world had yet 10 create men
who could incarcerate him. He harangued
on the emancipation OF men, and gave SUI
liyan the sneer of security from the second
story easement.
Sullivan bided his time, swore out
warrant. and brought the representative OF
ebonized liberty before Judge Kinbal.
Harris had no defense.
"Hit wuz dat pO'ful gin dat I drunk.
yO' honah,' he said, "wot cauzed de trub-
ble."
Yes; 1T generally is; you can pay
five dollars or go down for fifteen days"
BAKERS BEGGED FOR AIMS. -.-
William West. Henry Foelz and Henry
Casman are German bakers, who over
looked n little law last night in asking
aims OF some or their fcllow-countrymen
on the Avenue. Policeman Warren, who is
pompadourcd a Ia Malone Du Barry caught
them with his eagle eye, so all last night
the First precinct station house resOunded
with "Die Wacht am Rhein.''
This morning all the men pretended not
to understand when Kendig tried 10 get
plea OF guilty or not from them. ... -
They don't understand. your honor. said
Ken desperately. after ne had whispered
"vot vas los nit CCogan.'' and other
popular Teutonic expressions to the three
prisoners.
ASK them what they speak, persisted
the court.
what do you speak," yelled the bailiff.
"Englisher. Deutcber or nit?''
They all nodded when Kendig said init
and the court accepted the latter's word
that they were not guilty.
.whot have you got to say?' asked the
court, singing out West, a stupid fellow,
with a face about as mobile as a wax head.
..I speek leetIc Engleese," smiled West.
"Yes, big little. / guess" retortcd the
court, writing something down on piece
OF paper with pen that had no ink on it.
I'VE air bakers, going to, vat you call.
R.l-t more"
Get cut Of town in an hour" asked the
coEri
"Ah in vun minute
Take their bonds" decided the judge.