The evening times., 1896-05-06
MlB[L's [RRATIc WORDS
She Insulted a Discarded Beau
and Was Arrested.
BECAUSE OF CUPID's wILES
Sarah Jones and Victoria Chapman
Also Victims of the Little God With
the Bow and ArrOw-Pat Moran's
Tale Did Not Bear Investigat ton.
Police Court Panorama.

There is a beautiful proverb that ut is
well to be off with the old love before you
are on with the new"
If Mabel Harris had remembered this
homeiy but truthful motto she would not
have been a prisoner in the police court
house ON Seventeenth street. She is a
crean-col"red mulatto, with bright eyes
and white teeth. Mabel has haughtily
reigned for a long time over the Jeames
ellowplushes Of the neighborhood.
She finally yielded to the persuasions OF
one Samuel Johnson. a coachman, and ac-
cepted the ring he bought for her. Samuel,
driving his employer to the office yesterday
morning, was astonished to see Mabel parad-
ing Vermont avenue with a colored man
who is waiter at the Arlington.
SANS STILL HUNT.
Sam made quick time to his destination
and returned on still hunt for the tickle
Mabel. He discovered her sitting pensively
on bench in Farragut Square. When Sam
approa ched her Mabel, to use his expression,
'cussed him in heaps" He never made re-
ply. aud remained in a state of petrifaction
until the police came and carried his sweet
heart 10 the station. This morning she
pleaded guilty and Sam paid her fine of 50.
Sarah Jones and Victoria Chapman also
came to grief because OF Cupid's wiles.
They both love the same man, and he loves
but one, Miss Victoria. All the drowsy
syrups of the soda fountains could not soothe
the gna wing pain of jealousy in sarab's
heart
After drinking several gins yesterday she
concluded To have a talk with Victoria.
The talk degenerated into an exchange Of
blows, and both women had badly damaged
faces when they were arraigned on the
charge of disorderly conduct.
Sarah put the blame on Victoria. and Vic
returned the compliment. Policeman Evans
said it was toss-up which was the worst.
and Judge Kimball made an equitable rul-
ing by filming them each So.
THE OLDEST PRISONER
Patrick Moran is the oldest prisoner the
court has had to deal with in many a day.
He is an old soldier and tramped his way
from Baltimore to Washington. The po-
lice found him in Georgetown yesterday,
hopelessly drunk, and locked him up.
Age and privations have bent Pat al
most double. and he was n piteous sight
as he hobbled to the stand, charged with
vagrancy.
Pats smooth -shaven upper lip quiveresi
as he began his story, and his hand stroked
the white bush of beard covering his chin
and checks. He said he was an old pen.
sioner and was on his way to his brother
in-law's house when the police arrested
him.
Where does your brother-in-law live?'
ashed the court.
Pat said on Cherry street. .
The judge pressed him with questions as
to the locality of the house and Pat became
confused. n5
How did you get there?'r asked the court.
II wint in the kyars."
"welI. the cars don't go to Cherry street"
said the judge. ~t
"God bless me-. - replied Pat, rubbing the
dirt out OF his old bleary eyes: II 'ad to
walk. 1t was me legs that carried me
there
The Judge doubted Pats statement, and
told him SO.
PATS PROTEST.
Me dear sur said the old man its
true; 'pon me worrud, as an old soldier Me
sisters name is Thompson, Moran that was.
an give her two tons av coal lasht winter,
out av me pinshun mooney. Oh, yer 'auner.<
if that coal was only here to sphake for me-
The coal unfortunately for Pat, like
bis youth, hopes and ambitions, has wasted
to ashes.
Il don't believe you're telling me the
truth, old man." said Judge Kimball
good Lawd sthrike me dead,' he started.
to say when the court interrupted sharply
and said:
None of that, sir. You are too old a man
to use such language
Pat stroked his chin submissively, and
was restrained from continuing by Kendig
Julpe wing tho old