The evening times., 1896-12-02
CY. NARMAh's GREAT FIND
Searched the World for Thrills
and Got the Greatest Here.
FAMOUS WRITER IN COURT
He Appeared as Witness Against
Reckless Driver, Injected Some
Life I'm Dry Legal Proceedings,
But Lost His Life Crete Not to
Be Compared to Capitol Hill.

When the case of Kittie Williams, nii.is
! William Thomas. charged with reckless
| driving, was called in the police court THIS
| morning, a tall, broad -shouldered man, WIFI
| thick black iair, slightly streaked in gray,
| wonderfully mobile face, florid ana frcsi',
and n mustache tufted like one OF stuart's
cavaliers. stepped forward as the prosec ~
| ing witness. He was weil srooDicd an'iclau
| i'll a brown cloth morning suit. ON ms
| watch chain, of platinum and gold, WIS
curious Egyptian charm.
What is your name, SIR. asked eicFh
"Lun." Harper.
"Cy. Warman,' came the answer.
| 1t was the clever poet and magazine
writer who had won for himself quite
niche in the literature OF the day.
For year, ever since his return nom
twelve months travel in the Old world,
Mr. Warman has been residing N
VI ashing,on, on capitol hlIl, ana Oh late
has taken to the bicycle as health
improver On the Goth OF November, Mr..
Warman was riding down G street, near
the Baltimore and Ohio depot, when he
was run into by Villains, who was driv-
ing one of John r. Ke!ley's butcher wagons
Mr. warman just dismOunted in time Ia
save himself from serious injury, II not
death, the vehicle striking his wheel
and wIecking il c, mpletely. Mr.. Warman
said, as growler after wake.
The litterateur had considerable dfTl-
.ulty in locating the driver, who lost no
time in getting away, and found him only
after a persistent search.
To Mr.. Warman's chagrin, this morn
ing Judge Kinlbnll ruled TINT, while the
man was riding on the wrong side or the
street, gross carelessness was not shown,
and he could not hold the man. The de
rendant was represented by LAWYER Hcw-
lett, who aroused Mr.. Warman's ire by
some of his questions.
why did you jump off your whecl?'
asked Hewlett, sarcastically.
''Whr?'' with stare of superb cou-
tempt, ''why?' he echoed, ''because would
rather live than die Never said the an
thor Of Lost at Jaffa, have ! stood III
such peril of my life as when the man
drove down on me, and some OF my ii"
has been spent among bad men in bad
lapds-Crete, for instance, in its most
fcverish days
But the Judge saidthe case was not nlGe
out, and dismissed the defendant.
Thomas Gibbonsi is a philosopher. profound
as Diogenes. but, unlike that n,orosc Ath.n-
ian who Inhabited a tub. Thomas has spent
the best part OF his life fleeing from ono.
So his appearance. indicated this mornings
Ever since the second election of the
Hon. Grover Cleveland Gibbons has left Off
washing and working. He comes from Vii
mington, Del, and has spent considerable.
time In the Philadelphia workhouse. orr
Ger Hughes found him last nj ght wandering
through South Washington suffering from
Geld and hunger.
Who are you. old boy?" asked Hughes,
taking him by the arm.
"A disappointed man, looking for the
station house, replied Thomas. asking the
officer to take him there, which he did.
Where do you COME from, Thomas2'
-.
ed natire of the State which has given
Thomas +. Bayard partly to England aud
America, lined himself against the rail,
where X endiG surveyed him in horror.
From Wilmington, sir replied the pris-
oI.er. who spoke like a man of education,
10 the courts surprise.
When did you leave there asked Judge
Kimban.
-Four years ago, sir,' said Thomas,
''wher Mr.. Cleveland WAS elected the sr:-
on1 time
Indeed" said his honor, With Il lift pf
his heavy G ebruws. land is that the reason
you vacated the State?'
.'No, SIR answered Gibbons, heavily.
Il am philosopher. aud, knowing the
sheriff wanted me, l left
.'Ah.'' smiled the court, Il understanl;
and what have you been doing since?''
picking rags, sir" and Gibbons sighed
dismally.
interrugated his honor.
Yes, sir, as well as / can. if ] Lave
not lived well it is the worlds fault, not
mine ana Thomas proceeded 10 retreat,
being stopped 10y Kendg, who yankcd
him hack, as the Judge asked Gibbons #
he had anything more TO say.
"0hy this and no thing more he
Croaked, like Poc's raven, that i am
awaiting some signs OF the times; they are
various as strains of music, and as yet
no tunes of pleasure have been waited
through my harp of ioy-''
The Judge IL oked askance at Thomas.
who at first seemed to he affected by some
brain trouble, but it developed he had a
curious way of expressing himself, and
was sent down for sixty days
Cold rs is the weather. Policeman Smith
found yesterday, sleeping on lot in the
northeast, n young white man, John Waller
jr., who was overpowered with whisky
Smith recognized him as an old offender.
and before his honor today charged him
with vagrancy.
.'He was dead to the world, your honor"
said Smith, blind, helpless drunk, and
he bought the liquor with money he stole
from his father"
as the father here?'' inquired his horor.
Eyes, sir, l am said man, appro ach-
ing the desk III much aSitation He was
sworn, and his story OF his boys misdoings
moved TO h the Judge and spectators.
II have treated this boy he said
brokenly, las no other father in Washing
ton has treated a son. / have borne with
him for years, but now l an done with
him. He has tried me to the end of the
rope and lie has reached il now''
The old mans face, worn and tired,
quivered, and he turned away from the
appealing lCOk disturbing his sons dark
eyes.
.Tba hoy said Smith .bas hoan IN iof,
and the workhouse before and Just got