The evening times., 1896-11-06
DENNIS and DIck-|A COURT.
E DIR Tramp Is Old and,
Wants Shelter.
SENT DOWN TO THE FARM
Homeless Wanderers Give Them
selves Up to the Police in the
Hope of Getting Into Winter Quar-
ters-The Same OId Story-Poiice
Court Scen.s.


| The prospects of Il cold wave coming IN
the near Iuture are reiuindDg the tramp
and vagrant population That tie brurbal
/ season Is last approaching. Tine Wild winds
| whistIlng through The Ic..Iiess trees, Hut
terlng the taltercd garments or the box
| car travellers ana cniiiIng the marrow IN
lneir bones, is tue h;irDiirsrf OF SHOW storins
| and lcicieS.
IN consequence, no small number OF them
| are beginning 10 seek winter quarters and
| a home until spring comes, with It's warm,
| genial SUNSHINE birds and buttercups and
| favorable opportunities Tor nobo he.
| The heavy rains of Wednesday night
poured down upon poor Jacob House, and,
drencnng him To the skin as he slept IN
| leaky freignt car in the Baltimore and
| ONO yards. In the morning he started
out with his rags dripping wet, ana sat
| down To bask In the warm sunshine and
| dry his clothes. lie walked up First street
Yesterday afternoon and met Policeman
Evans, and VIII fully got as a
vagrant.
lie approached me-" said the officer,
'and asked me to place him under arrest
and bring MIN to the court and request you
To send him to the workhouse for three
months. He is anxious to go down, your
honor
Where did you come from Jac OBJ" asked
the Judge.
'.Cune from Pennsylvania; been nhcrcabout
three months looking for work"
what Is your occupation?
Haven't go. none. L m a laboring man."
replied the appii;dn5 for the worknouse.
NO HOME, NO FRIENDS.
That's the same old story. You fellows
come here as charge upon the District Of
Columbia. You can't hope to get any EN-
ployment here. We've got too many OF our
own people idle All you are looking for is
a place to stay Till springtime. Have you
got any friends or "A home:"
mo, sir, judge, your honor. I've got
no friends or place to stay replied the
prisoner.
so you wantto godown, do you?" asked
his honor.
Yes. sir, If you please
Thirty days"
DENNIS AND DICK.
Kendig drew again from the deck, and
this time had Dennis Holland and Richard
Donaghoe, ideal knights OF The road. Den
MS and Dick are OLD pards, and together
they have tramped the couDs.y time and
again, from the piney forests of Maine TO
Tie orange groves or Florida, and done
tutr' tm ,oule. Iney have uINlueu ndEu-
outs for years
DSIltlls lS INT tlutl Ailt NpuuEtI.
as they stood in the dock they carried the
work Of their calling indelibiy imprinted
upon each feature.
They We're plying their only trade last
night, begging from door TO door, soliciting
from street pedestrians. Policeman STAIN
Ter crossed their path. They were glad 10
see him, and still happier when he brought
them TO No station house and gave them
shelter for the night.
huCu the caterer was going about n Is usual
routine this morning, with "a big basket OF
sandwiches and bucket OF hot coffee,
DICK hailed him as he passed his Cell.
Dick is somewhat Of an epicure and has an
appetite and "A relish for daintics.
DICK asked the caterer, as lie handed out
the rations, If he would kindly exchange
the sandwich for a piece OF mince pie-no
boarding house piece, either He w.s re-
fused, and surlily munched the bread and
meat.
These men want to go to the workhouse
for the winter" the officer told the court.
Is that so?'' asked his honor Of the pair.
Yes, judge, YOU honor. I'm nearly
fifty years old; been ON the road counting
CrosSties long time, and am getting aged
now, and can't endure what l once could.
We'd like to go down for the winter.
We've got no work and no home
Judge kimball is not one to show any
favoritism or partiality, and accOmmo-
dated each for thirty days.
THE UMBRELLA MEMBER.
owen DOnnelly yisanumbrella mender, and
the rainy weather has made his vocation
a little more lucrative tn an usual. Liquor
has made a wreck of owen, and he il next
door TO the jim jams.
Is he stood in the dock lie trembled and
sh ook like an aspen leaf as result of
last nights debauch. lie needed a iracer
very badly, but there was no way Of pro-
curing it.
Wnen his money was gone las nighthe
begged for more On X street and Policeman
Evans arrested him.
Judge, yoGr nonor," said the victim,
as he raised his hand, I'm an Old sol
der; 1 came here from Hampton to get ex-
amIned for my pension. I'm troubled with
heart disease
We'll, should think you were from the |
way you shake. You'd better leave whisky |
alone was ms hunor's good advice.
Il laid in a cold, damp cell last night, |
judge. ami got the ague; that's wnaJ makes
me tremble. / don't want to go down, il |
do my furlough will expire. Oh, judge, for |
Gods sake don't send me down; don't do it. |
Oh, please don't, your honor. I'll never get |
this way again. 1 want to go back to the !
home until my leave is good" pleaded the |
prisoner with hands uplirted and nearly |
and ShaHing tne dock SO that The |
:lerk could not write plainly.
Your furlough won't expire in five days !
and you eed that time to get the liquor out |
u you. Five days"
A BLUE COAT.
One of Uncle Sans blue-coated lads was |
in police court this morning before Judge !
Kimball charged with being disorierly and |
guilty of unbecOming conduct He was |
John Dwyer. of the Marine Corps, and Wore |
his full uniform as he stepped into the |
dock.
I'm guilty, iedge, What that officer |
saysis true" said the young man.
Five dollars fine
Belle Gaines and Lottie Curtis We're max |
Ing 50 much noise in the Division last night |
that even the inmates of that disorderly |
section made complaint, and Policeman |
arrested them.
"Fo' de Lawd, jedge, Use dun gone I
moved out oh de vision a week ago, AMI |
lbs wild nah own mudder. ! jes' went |
back to see Miss Lizzie last night Deed, |
ledge, eff you dun lef' me go dis time Ise1 |
nebber put NAH footin dat place no mo not |
once; deed l won't" pleaded Lottie the |
big tears streaming down her black and
hardened face.
-'rutsen uaNS for hoth.' was the only |
impression it made upon his honor, for he ]
knows both girls and their records, and |
their tale is the same each time they are |
|
PLAN OF ACTION.
Nnafiny In and naJf l