The evening times., 1896-03-21

up his fat forefingcr, with a warning ges-
ture, not to let the rest OF the world in the
! secret.
, ''If OF was judge for thot little tonne
I'd vag all these rcphortcrs who thrirle wild
me 'onner." and the big policeman assumed
a bloodthirsiy air, which sat very runnily on
| his good-naturcd personality.
| Mike" returned the bailiff, enthusi-
asticaiiy, my hand ON that; my hand, Old
boy, and it might happen YETI
.'Yis; who knows?" muttered Flynn. ex-
| changing dark looks with the bailiff. ''lmay
| ave the viiIuns in me power yii. An II
do, OI'll foine en livery five minits, an lock
'em up for loife."
Flynn cautioned Kepdig to keep the
scheme locked up in his bre q ST tighterth0-ia
| old maid conceals her age.
Il promise,' answered Kendig, work
| ing himself into a perfect fever of con-
| spiracy; 1.-THE pa ss-word Is Work and
| Watt"
"Wurruk an wait, 1t is," said Flynn,
| ending the conference with a solemn hand
shake. Now go an open the coort, an
| may hivin be wid yez."
WAS A LIGHT DAY.
| Kendig opened the court, and his honor
closed ii up very quickly, for il was ignt
| day, and there were not many prisone RS
| in the dock TO hear Clerk Lum Harper
voice.
II takes two elements to wake up George
| town-dyDamitc and Miss Mary Chap
| mans Jags. Yesterday was the passing
of Miss Mary. She came in from the
/ country TO visit sCmc OF her Old pals
| in Boston" a tough quarter OF West
| Washington. She had dollar or so in
| her pocket, and after declaring there was
not "A mean Lone, artery vein, or organ in
| her body, sent out and paid for certain and
sundry quantities OF mixed tcer and Porter.
| The growler passed from hand to mouth,
| and Mary's acquaintances paid her gen
crosity many compliments.
This morning as size stood in the dock
she told KenGig confidentially that 10
was all case of Jolly. When O'Clock
came the drinkers were all drunk, ana
slept where they fell, generally on the
floor. Mary had her load on tCo, but the
managed, after number OF eccentric
circumlocutions, TO find the door, and
stacgcr up iil 10 the street above. Now,
wien Mary gets drunk, she has an all
| absorbing desire 10 dance, and sic does
with the riot OF the Carma gnole and tie
abandon of La Loic. Mary always selects
street where there are plenty OF people
to witness her cODtortious.
This time it was High street. The stars
that sec, but never tell, were flashing out
their beacons in the azure skies, and the
moon hung, like a battered shield OF gold. in
the heavens lofty span, as Mary posed under
an electric light and began a series OF re-
markable steps. Her agility for an old
woman was remark rkable, and she soon had
| a crowd or boys around her, patting for the
| buck.
Now, lads" said Mary, I'm n shrill voice.
II will give yez the cooche-cooche.'
She was preparing TO render the famous
dance that Salomc performed before the
iaded eyes of Herod. when one Bayliss,
special policeman. arrived, and carried
Mary cursing and ieering, to a red brick
house controlled by the Bey OF George
town, Lieut.. Swindells.
THE SECOND TIME.
"Second time you have done this thing"
said his honor to Mary. after Bayliss had
related the escapades OF the Irish terpsi-
chore. Mary is a lltjle, thin, self-pos-
sessed woman. red nosed and red haired.
Whisky has painted considerable of u land
scape on her weakened features.
"Jiss so, SIR" said Mary. after inquiring
as to his honor's health and happiness, Hiss
so. yer amer. Win / gets ter drinkin' the
or commit murther."
Mary put the blame on her friends in
boston who have few headaches to
give away today.
"On, it was your own fault" said the
court. why don't you quit drinking
U =
ing at the clock, ''an' Orm troO now / +
you'll let me CO."
The court said he couldn't do that and
gave her thirty days.
Horace Smith was covered with blood
from an ugly gaping cut on his forehead.
and ii was question which flowed faster.
the blood or his tears. as he pleaded not
guilty TO the charge of profanity. The
wound and the arrest were both caused
by his brother Charles.
"Dis yer boy testified the latter, point.
ing at the prisoner. "cuss me an nah sis
ter yistdy. Wen ! 'monstrate wild him
he grab caseknife an make fer me-"
"what did you do?" asked the judge.
~ runs fust, an den i tap him wild
stick
Love taps, suppose" said Mr.. Pugh.
mot dat noes on" answered the wit
ness, who could give the makers of mid
night some pointers on darkness.
"Does this boy live with yOu?' inquired
the court.
HE do. We feeds him, an cashunly
glib him a piece ov MUMMY"
Horace wiping from his black face salt
tears and dark blood, denied everything
said by his brother, and intimated that the
Smith family barring himself, were fur
nishing a number of liars to the world
II guess you have been punished enough"
said the court to the sobbing prisoner. 60
home and have that cut dressed
"Jedge. is dat boy cumnlin' home agin?"
asked Charles.
The Judge said he could not keep him
away. and the man of the love-taps fol-
lowed the other out, shaking his head omi-
nously.
RYAN's SHIRT TRICK.
John Ryan is n chevalier d'industrie who
has been working a new game on the un-
suspecting public. charitably disposed. He
has been been going to different houses
and begging shirts. After procuring the
garments he would Immediately sell them
for drink OF whisky at observation-disclosures.
Last night lie walked into one of such de-
lectable places, and. throwing a bundle on
the counter, said to the barkeeper, "Gimme
a drink on that
The bartender opened the package and a
pique shirt, In a dilapidated condition,
rolled out. Ryan had gotten it at the house
of a prominent doctor uptown, and many
was the swell function that same shirt had
attended. But "reminiscences didn't go
with the barkeep.
mot on your life,'' he said, tossing the
shirt back to Ryan.
"W'at dye want?' said Ryan. "Silk?'
"Iwant you TO take that ugly mapofyours
out here" said the other, referring pleas
antly to Mr.. Ryan's somewhat bruised
and bloated countenance.
That uopfIon,au inficnfad In v,;ctr1rpcnuo