The evening times., 1896-12-23
Poor Becky Smith Will Spend
This Christmas at Home.
JUDGE KIMBALL'S KINDNESS
Mr.. SmithsOn's Dundreary Whiskers
Got Him Into Trouble and a Cell.
Took Offense at "a Remark Made
by Clerk I'm a Want
ed to Fight.

| fortunates who pass under MS 1uristlctlon,
and the first of them this morning was
| Rebecca Smith.
Poor Becky! Her last three Christmases
| have been spent in the workhOnse, and IL
was new policeman who tried to send her
| there today. The new officers name Is
Rickles, and his testimony 50 disguised
| the judge that, contrary To his usual Gus
tom, he let Becky go, with kindly words
| OF advice. Becky was just released yes
terday and on her way to see her only
| friend was arrested by Rickles.
| Il met Becky in the street last night"
| he said, land she told me she wanted
help for friend of hers who had always
| been kind to her. i told her I'd give her
help"
We'll, sir; what did you do?" inquired
the judge dryly.
II helped her." and Rickles laughed.
| II took her To the station house and charged
her with vagrancy.'
Let Becky come up he said.
Becky, with bisque rings shadOwing her
dark eyes, and II trernulous quivcr in her
swollen lips, said to his honor that for once
she had not been offending.
Il was on me way to help friend y
choked Rebccca, pushing back the gray
hair that would fall over her wrinkIed
brow, when this officer grabbed me-
You were drinking, Becky, I'm afraid ~
interrupted his homer.
Yes: l could srnellliquor on her BREATH"
said Mr.. Rickles.
Indeed, l wasn't" protested Becky.
"Beiieve me this time, Judge kimtali, y
and Becky began to cry Il don't want TO
spend Christmas in the workhouse- For
Gods sake, your honor, be kind to an old
wonia H. who has no one To stand by her"
His honor leaned over the top Of his big
blue covered desk and addressed Becky.
'Rebecoa,' he said, with much earnest
ness, how many Christmases have you
spent in the workhuuse?"
Three sir; the last three and please Let
poor old Pecky go this time and as she
spoke, from out those faded eyes the tear;
crept and gathered, through the dirt on
her sunken checks, wrnkled as an old
glove.
Il WILL" asSented his honor; Il viii this
time, but you will be back here by New
Years.
No. sir declared Becky, II won't;
trust me this once, and | II never come here
again.
much feeling, how gladly ] wish could
think so. Don't you know youare a very old
woman. and should think OF your future
just a little bit, and what will result if you
continue your present career? shall let
you go, with the hope that your Christmas
may starta new era in your life one widely.
widely different from the one you have
been leading. Take her bonds. Mr. Har-
n
sympathetically.
After she got in the corridor Policeman
Mike Flynn and the newspaper reporters
made up a little purse for her, which she
accepted with many thanks.
Don't spind it fer dhrink, Peck" said
Mike, giving her a carticket, buy yerself
a nice present"
God bless you, gentlemen. all" rejoiDed
poor Becky and his horror, too, Il have
got friends after all"
Mr.. Jack SmithsOu, Il tan, round-shoul-
dered man, with Dundreary whiskers, got
in trouble yesterday afternoon in an
Avenue pawnshop Mr.. Smithson was
drunk, and not at all ashamed of it He
went i'll the pa wnshOp, Offering pledge
very much battered silver watch, which
the clerk positively refused to loan any
III money On.
Its worn out and broke ;" said the clerk
to Mr.. Smithson, who had whisky on his
breath and blood III his eye.
Then l have "A very fine pair of whis-
kers / would like to leave here he said,
Haunting his sideboards at the clerk.
Your whiskers may be a good deposit on
your face, but they don't go here said
the clerk.
At this Mr.. Smithson became violent.
He tried to smash in the show case and
break some unredeemed umbrellas over
the clerks head That gentleman, with
great discretion, retired to the safe de-
poSit vault and blew Justify three police
whistles, bringing to his rescue Officer Carlos :
Flathers. When he entered the place with
the sign OF the golden trinity over the
door, he found Mr.. Smithson sin ging Sweet
Rosie O'Grady,' and touching up the COM
bination of a safe.
Come with me-" said Carlos.
Not on your panel picture said Smith
son, enthusiastically twisting his fingers
in wire netting.
Il don't want to have any trouble with
you,' said Flathers.
Its just leaking out of me-" said Smith
son. Don't get yourself damp trying to
find it''
Fathers, whose vocabulary is limited
I'm words. but full of actions, resolved him
self into flying wedge and marched Mr.
Smithson to the Twelfth street station with
out ever letting his heels touch the pave
ment. This morning Mr.. Smithson, deeply
regretful, pleaded guilty, after Fathers had
unfolded serial story Of his crime. and was
fined So, which he didn't have.
"Step back, Whiskers,'' said Kendig,
''you get fifteen days If you haven't a
Willyum.'
.'Sir, am a gent said Smithson; land
as we say in New York, l am the only
cinder in the grate."
Kendig carefully made note Of this
new remark, and took pains to nut Smith