The evening times., 1896-05-12
mike WATCHED THE BABI
Polic;ma F|ynncaused a Small
Sensation Around Court.
LOST CREATURES REGRETS
She Bent Over the Little One With
Tear-Stained Cheeks-Sadie's Money
and Thirst Got Herself and Two
Others Into TrOuble-NichOlsOn
Gets Another Term.


"where can leave my baby asked q
chubby little woman this morning, wheeling
a baby carriage up to the steps OF the po-
lice court. I'm a witness and don't want
70 take him inside that hot courtroom"
Mike Flynn, himself the proud father OF a
family illustrated story without words.
Making no reply, he picked up the carriage
and carried it to a cool, dark corner of the
corridor leading to the courtroom.
Me dear madam" said Mike, brushing
the perspiration from his auburn hair, fan
ing a la Roscoe Conkling over his brow,
and beaving a sigh of relief, for Mike is
ponderously heavy, 1.-The little darhn will
be safe here. and it's meself that will
watch it,
Would you mind, Sir asked the mother,
her dinpled cheeks growing wonderfully
red, 'seeing that he doesn't drop this?''
This was bottle Of niHk, with a
rubber tube attached. Flynn had an in
ternai convulsion Of laughter.
''Shure. man. he chuckled, taking the
bottle gingerly in his hand, rest aisy,
he'll be as safe wild me as man in CELL"
MIN T. AND lhE Bab1 L =.
Mike got huge palm leaf fan. and set
ting his chair by the carriage, waved the
flies off the child. who after taking his
nourishment. dropped off to sleep.
Many of the motley throng passing the
hall TO the tribunal, stopped and gazed in
astonishment at the unusual sight OF the
sleeping. innocent child, sepa arated only
by dirty swinging doors of baiZe from
an atmosphere of sin and infamy.
A woman with rouged checks, inflamed
eyes, and UNANIMOUSLY dyed hair stopped
at the carriage. She was at court to pa!
the fine of one OF her class.
"Stop, madam" objected Flynn, as she
bent over the baby, slumbering in the repose
that only childhood knows. Don't touch
him.
The woman's cheeks burned redder than
the paint that covered them.
I'm lost creature she said, the
tears heavy In her eye Iashes, ''but let
me touch this child"
Flynn bit the fan and nodded assent
The woman reached over aud smoothed
the Infants dimpled hand, curled on the
pillow, like the petal of flower.
A woMAN'S REGRET.
.'God bless its little heart, ," she cried, the
tears spalshing on her cheeks. making slen-
der channels through the rouge. Think,
was once like her.
Now, thatTl do, ma m, II sou please"
said Flynn, having a great deal OF trouble
with his voice; 'ye must move on"
The woman obeyed, taking last look
at the child as she parted the doors.
A n nnfil ponft ad tpnrDad
md women, threading their way through
the shadows OF the entrance, paused to
look at the baby.
Mr.. Pugh. the prosecuting attorney, who
has a curled DARLING of his own, the light
OF his eyes. absorbed five minutes in talking
the unintelligible "goo-goo" dialect of baby
hood with the little one when she awoke.
Flynn and Col. Daniel Williams stood by,
of interested attention.
The court was extremely dull and the only
Incident of interest happened when an OBJ
streperous spectator, an EnGlishman, IN
sisted on talking In the courtroom to his
neighbors. He was hauled out by Flynn,
who reprimanded him severely in the ball
The Englishman sneered at the conditions
the temple OF justice.
THE ENGLIsHMAN's PROTEST.
"Rah," be said to Flynn, wrathful and
heated, what a dooce of place. 'ow
could you bring u loidy 'ere?'
"sLoidys,' as you call EN-" replied
Flynn, don't come here; and as fer yer
1Ioomln self, move OUT
Don't put your 'ands on me-" pro-
tested the Englisbman, as Flynn showed
him to one side; hi am an educated man.
nj am. speak several languages"
We'll, we only spake one langwidge
lere,'' retorted Flynn, "and spake it very
bad at that. Now will you be good?" and
ne landed the indignant Briton down the
steps at one jump.
WHATS the matter with those women,
Mr.. Kendig?'' asked the Judge, noticing
,hree frowsy-haired females in the dock
-olling on the bench like a ship in trough
Of sea.
"Got keep-over on, your, honor" re-
;ponded Kendig.
"A .keep-over.' and what is that, Mr.. Ken
iig?'' inquired his honor, with a puzzled
ook.
"a 'keep-over, sir" explainedK K endig, ,suf-
'ering from the cirepfever and speaking
Ike lecturer 10 a kideshow, "is the rem
lant or. might say, reminiscent stimulus,
arising from their intoxication of last
,ight.''
"Ah, indeed" said Judge Kimball, brush
ng smile out his mousta che at the erudi-
ion OF the officer.
The ''keep-over" was divided among
Levenia English, Emma Sanford and Sadie
Herzog. all more familiar with the inside
jhan the external architecture of the work
house.
Released simultaneously on Thursday
asst, they all got in trouble together last
ii ght. Sadie, as usual, was the ringleader.
She has given the clerks at the court more
than any other prisoner who
has ever come before them.
ALL ON ACCOUNT OF SADIE.
1t was Sadie's money and Sadie's thirst
hat inspired the Others to get drunk.
Serena, most sorrowful missioner, be-
,ame infected with a craze to emulate
Sarah Brown, the idol of the Quarter
Latin in Paris, whose favorite costume
S a postage stamp. She was disrobing
when the police came.
AS for Emma Sanford, her powers Of
speech had taken a vacation, and she was
lying on the coLblestone pavement, out
side of the house, her wooden leg propped
up against the house.
The officers had a peculiarly hard time
loading Emma in the patrol wagon.
The artificial limb seemed beset by
1evils. 1t stuck out at ominous angles,
poking into the officers eyes and resisting
all their endeavors to keep it at a reason
able distance away.
This morning the women technically, lit
orally and actually were guilty, aud Judge
Kimball gave them ninety days each.
Frank Nicholson, arrested last night by
lfficers Foster and Miller In ona Of tho