The evening times., 1896-03-20

Wnerc SO many tragedies anu sfnlli Deer
tragedies Of this life are enacted. As the
big policeman handed Mr.. Michael O'Reilly,
professional vagrant and tired gentleman
| generally, cup OF steaming coffee and
a double extra thick sandwich the latter
inquired If sugar and cream didn't go
| with the smoking Java.
"say, puds," he remarked to Flynn, II
| amt use ter drinkin' it in de dark.
"Ye pore bye" returned Flynn, IAN
maybe it's silver sphoon. wild all dat
reposay wurruk on it, yed have TO sthir
1t wild. Who are ye, ,innyway?'
Me names O. 'Reiley," returned the bum,
"an' I'm jollier from Joliet; watch me
! give de jedge de greatest game of talk
| you ever heard"
You'll get game Of talk" interjected
Kendig, with fifteen or thirty days at
the end of it."
"Tanks. Mr.. Shorty" said the unabashed
| O'Reilly, but yer can't give me cold
feet"
WAS A PROPHET.
The bailiff was right, and for once q
prophet was with honor I'm his own coun-
! Try, Tor the judge gave O'ReilIy month
on the farm.
Il amt no bum yer anner," he said,
after Policeman O'Brien had related the
escapades OF the defendant In his en-
| dcavOr to levy Il tax Oh every man who
would listen to him last night on the
Avenue.
"Whatare you, them"
| I'm man in hard luck, and a gentle
man." said Mike, with an aggrieved air,
folding his coat collar a little closer over
shirt filled with tobacco juice
| stains.
"so!'' said his honor. '.well, then, the
{! workhouse will hold gentleman for the
next thirty days,
| ..Shnts. r- RI tvii Afita Kap.
dig ordered him back. You're cIar-
| ryvoint fer fair
Susie Lunsden is determined to follow
| tile path which is always q declivity and
| never knows height. She has barely passed
out of her teens. and yet her soul, In sin, is
older than Saturn. and she has stecped her
sell In the blackea misery Of a lost life.
| 1t was only two weeks ago that her old
father came from the country and furnished
| bonds Tor her release from the workhouse
| where she had been sent FOR yagrancy. Susie
| promised to remain home and be a be tier girl.
But the bucolc monotone OF a rustic eX-
| istence palled on her, and, as she was more
| Idle than the lilies of the field, her mind
| constantly reverted to the city and her
| old companions. She returned last night
| and celebrated her advent with q glorious
jag. People on the Avenue were aston
| ishcd to see a pretty bloude I'm the seat
| of a hanson cab, With her patent leather
| ties stuck against the rail on the roof, and
driving the old knocker in the SHAFTS like
a fury. The cabman, who had met tide
of drinks himself and waded in them up
to the chin, was seated ins de. perfectly
satisfied with the eutirc arrangement.
POLICEMAN SAW HER.
Not so Policeman KilmariiB. He caught
a sight OF the yellow locks streaming In
the wind like Lady Godiva's, and the
flash of the patent feathers in the glare
or an electric light on the corner.
He carried the whole outfit to the sta.
tion. where the cabman slept like n tired
child. and Susie, in her drunken blasphemy,
chanted hymns she had learned at her
mothers Side, where she Will never kneei
again.
She was beautiful, hopeless creature,
when his honor leaned over the desk this
morning, and scrutinized the prisoner, SO
young and yet SO hardened.
Under Il big hat, with its gay buckles and
flaming piumes, her thick blonde hair
tumblcd i'll careless masses, half conceal
ing the flushed face. She brushed the
locks away from her forehead, and casting
her blue eyes everywhere except a the man
who was about 10 determine her fate,
pleaded guilty.
'She's entirely lost. I'm afraid, Judge,
said Kilmartin. telling the story of her
wild ride through the March night.
Lost, lost" echoed his honor, SO or
fifteen days.
Susie started to say something, checked
herself, and was led for the second time
In her life back to the cells.
Ever since Titiana fell in love with a
donkey there has been no accounting for the
pranks played by Cupid on his subjects.
THIS fact was demonstrated In the case OF
George Snowden and Jane O'Day, charged
by Policeman Baur with disortlerly conduct
on Seventh street southwest last night.
Snowden is a young man OF thirty, Grip
pie, not positively bad looking. although
he might have little less nose and more
chin. Macbeth never saw hag more weird
aud eerie than Jane. She was canny as
a Scotch legend and dirtier than stoker.
S he huddled herself in a ragged plaid shawl
and cluns TO the cripple, who whispered en-
couragngly in her ear while Baur told OF
their conduct.
HUGGED AND KISSED.
"They were on q corner yesterday hug
ging and kissing each other" said Bauer;
attracting large crowd of people. When
l was king them to the box they whooped
and yelled like Indians
Hes liar. deerie,' said Jane in an un-
der tone to Snowden. '.gitup there an prove
him so, the bhlackgyard.''
Snowden supporting himself on q stout
stick. ending at the handle In murderous
looking knob, hobbled TO the stand and
was sworn.
..Now what about this" said the court,
astonished at the ill-assorted pair. what
do you mean by such performances on the
street,
Cant feller kiss his girl ef he wants
ter?''
''Is this old woman your sweetheart-doI
understand you to say that?''
''Sure. Me and her are goin' to git mar
ried. Now. let me tell yer, jedge," contin-
ued the defendant this is a dead case Of
persecution. We amt got no home with
satin sophies and cheers to set on an doour
courtin' SO we had to take the street,
"Yes. and you'll have to take the conse-
quences," replied the judge, who is against
open air spooning. 1.-THE officer tells ME you
were both drinking. Does this woman want
to say anything?"
"Indade, does,'' crooned the old wo.
man, the corners OF her mouth dribbling
with snuff. and wInkiug and blinking her
watery. bleary eyes at the Judge.
Kendig hoisted her with difficulty into
the stand. She placed her elbows on the
rail and leaned her sharp chin on the
palms OF her skinny hands. There was
something of the bird OF prey in her looks
and manner.
''This Is my swateheart," she quavered,
in a cracked voice, an he was only kissin'
gyard," pointing to Bauer, 'arristed u.s."
"That will do," said the Judge. "Five
dollars or fifteen days.
She claspcd the cripple's hand, and he
helped her on their way to the pen.
A WEST VIRGINIA NAN.
Col. Thomas Starry comes from the land
Of the McCoys and the Hatfields. The
colonel himself ts peaceful, law-abiding
citizen, except when be gets drunk. Then
sr,v,x1f.