The evening times., 1896-06-12

We've got lot of furriners In the dock
this mawnip'," said Mike TO Clerk WASH
burne, as that gentleman passed through
the corridor. There's an OitaIyuD ana
Frenchman in the dock, an both of 'em
doisyses''
Il never knew when there wasn't"
said Wash, tipping FlyDna wink. There's
Observation-Disclosures er $ morning only
he comes from Cork and not France"
This one is the JiDuine article re-
turned Mike, accepting the badinage good
| naturedly. ''Hesez TO me ,sez he, BooDgsore
| Mecster Ffyeen.'"
And what did you say" inquired Wash,
| anNiously.
"Oi." returned Nike, twisting the ends of
| his long musta che, "Oi sez, Wee, wee, mo-
ascer.'"
Mix. You are quite a linguist. observed
| Washburn, admiringiy.
Me dear by" sa,u Mike, 1.-The lang wiges
| of the worruld air cboild's play to me-"
Mike WIS SO Interested Ill the Frenchman
| that he came in court While he was beIn :.
| tried.
| Hist. lads" lie whispered to the report
crs. wait till Lum Harper and the pailiffs
| call his namc-thereli be foon,"
| THE FRENCH NAME.
Franz Ah-mayi" shouted Clerk
| Harper, talking through his nose in order
to get the proper nasal twang.
"Fran-sorc on-rne!'' yelled Kendig; Tran
sore oh-myi' beloved Cole, and in an
| swcr 10 the call Francois Aimee walked to
| the rail.
! Aimee has long been a familiar spec
| tac.c on the streets of Washington, al
| though OF late he has been missed, as
| Francois has been spending his time in
| lexington. He is tue queer creature who
| could he seen almost every night on Penn
| syivana avenue attracting attention by
| the curious bag he has suspended from
! the back of his head, in which he con.
| ccaicd his enormous growth OF hair. For
years his locks bave never been trimmed,
and kendig said this morning the hair
weighed six pounds.
Francois is perfectly harmless. He is a
civil engineer, and his studies affected Ills
brain. His mania now is to grade the flats
| and erect On them Uenements for the poorer
| class OF people. He was born in Paris,
where he studied his profession. He came
| to this country, and soon after his reason
became affected. Francois has great re-
pugnance for the bath, ani as he faced the
| Judge his brown, sunburned skin, with the
queer head covering he Wore, and his
pointed, grizzled beard and mustachios,
gave him the appearance of an Arab sheik
| rather than a demented Gaul.
Policeman Hodges arrested him yesterday
afternoon in the Capitol grounds. Aimee
| was surrounded by two or three hundred
boys explaining TO them a chart of the
memorial park he wants Congress to CON
| struct.
SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS.
Judge kimbali sized him up as Francois,
story He was dressed in blue shirt, shiny
trousers and his bare feet, half covered by
old, WORKOUT rubbers.
Are you guilty or not guilt y" asked the
clerk.
Aimee shrugged his shoulders and made a
little Partisan moue.
You are charged with disorderly con
duct. are you guilty or not?" explained
Keudig.
What! Ne disorderlee, me? All, mon
Dieu! Impossibeel. Ask my good friend,
Monsieur Flyeen; he know me many years.
Mike rocked and rolled in his chair Kke
a convulsed mountain.
What are you doing here in Washing
ton?" asked the court.
My grand project, re grand arch, l
desire TO see Congress before they exit
from the citee.''
Then he rattled on, half In English, half
in French.
What does he say?" inquired the Judge.
He talks So Frenchy l can't understand
him."
Aimee's quick ears caught the remark
''AlI, good i'll lie judge. You let me 10,
srik bettaire Anglaise,'' he said wriDging
his hands
Aimee desired TO put his documents in evil
dence; of Which lie had an armfull He
was about To put them all on the Judge IS
I lint fln hnI
Aimee picked out the best, a Ietitiou To
Congress, written in a fine microscopic
hand. Judge kimball, after reading it,
said:
Il think this man should be examined -
At the word examined Aimee showed
symptoms OF having a fit. mo, no. he
screamed, beginning to weep; no n OF that
i am eccentrique. if you will, but not crazee -
Policeman Upperinan saved Francois He
told the Judge he was harmless, and would
accept charity from no one
why, your honor said the officer, al
he was offered good meal he would re
fuse 1t, unless he could give some work iu
exchange. He lives in a sand house at Eek
1ngton, and does odd Jobs around the hotel
Last winter he was in the sand house, with
out fire, sleeping in leaves, We Offered
him fuel and he refused to accept it.
"Yes, yes" cried Aimee. THE good man
aid. l sacrifice myself for the world, the
cruel world"
Take his bonds,'' said the court, 'ant
let him CO.,
Aimee kissed his hand enthusiast astically a
his honor, saluted Flynn, and was passing
out, when the court called him back ant
warned him to remain in the country ant
never come into town.
1.-The citee, bah!' said Francois; .'it ees
stencil in my Dostrils," and he disappeared
AN ARTFUL LAD.
Joseph Zerega, age twelve years, is al
artful dodger. He has an uncontrollabl,
desire TO possess other peoples property
He has been brought before Judge Kimhal
several times, but his extreme youth ha
always saved him. This morning he wa
charged with vagrancy. The officer sal,
Joseph early this morning was trying t,
| break open the bread boxes in front of ;
grocery store.
: He's been here before, your honor,
said the policeman.
"Ob, know him." said the court III
, has been before Inc three or four times.
zerega is curly-Leaded Italian, with
wicked mouth and dark eyes His face i
& strangely cruel and sinister for one S,
young He was entirely self-possessed i
the stand, much more So than a vagabon,
twice his years, who burst in tears whel
lie got thirty days.
"Zerega, what do you think is going t
become Of you?''
II don't know" answered Joseph, witt
4 slight accent
! "And you don't seem to care" remarks
the judge.
Il told yon the last time you were her
would send you to the reform school If yo