The evening times. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1895-1902, 1897-01-04
BURKE NOT A PEDESTRIAN
Told Judge Kimball He Was
Accustomed to Riding.
PREFERS FREIGHT TRAINS
Took Wrong One by Mistake at Bal
timore and 1t Landed Him in
the Washington Workhouse-
Moore Has Not q Friend in the
World and Pleaded for Sentence.

Judge Kimball is keeping up his good
work by Kidding Washington, for time at
least, OF the tramps and beggars WHO are
now an intolerable nuisance, especially after
nightfall, to pedestrians.
Four OF these gentry were before his
honor today, charged as Migrants. The
first two were James Burke and John Can
non, sybarites OF the road who refuse to
travel from one city to another except on
railroad. Policeman Yanderscharf told
the court both men had been sleeping in
different station houses and were begging
on the streets. Both Burke and Cannon pos
sess the hardened demeanor and bluff i'm
pudence of their class, and acted almost IN
soently under the judges examination.
Burke, short, red-faced. and unwaShHd,
in a blue shirt and ragged pea jacket, was
questioned first.
What are yol doing here?" said his honor
"Ain't dom nothin','' replied Burke
There amt nothin' to do In this town"
why did you come here, them" de-
manded the judge.
ut wasn't any fault of NINE and Burke
looked extremely Disguised johnny an
me got in de wrong car at Baltimore. We
was goin' to Pittsburg, but got switched
on the wrong track"
~ suppose it was a freight car" Ie-
marked his honor.
We'll, it wasn't q Pullman. You called
the turn on the freight" answered the de-
PENDANT
do you know Washington is a danger
Gus place for men Of Your Stripe?' re-
buked his honor.
Didn't l say it was an accident what
got us here?'' retorted Burke, his vicious
temper beginning to show itself.
1T wa Sn'tan accidentthat kept you here
several days"
1--WE tried to ketch freight out of town
every day, but there wasn't a one goin'
our way"
You have pair of legs, haven't your
said his honor, coldly. You could walk
out"
mo, couldn't either" grumbled Burke;
I'm used to travelling a different way
Step aside commanded the court,
land let me hear the other man.
'Dere amt no use, woteyer, wastin'
time on me- shouted Cannon, a trifle
tougher than his companion. Me state
ment's list de same as his'u. But 1 want
in hard, fer work.
You had better consult an oculist on
that point laughed Prosecutor Pugh; II
don't think you'd see job If it came up
and shook hands with YOU
Sixty days EACH" decided the Judge:
land when your times out, don't wait
for freight to carry you out of town.
Fred Moore and William Thomas we're
the next pair, arrested by Policeman Aul-
bridge, Sunday night, on Seventh street,
Moore working one side of the street and
Thomas the other, in holding up people.
Moore, slender, and good looking, with a
shining mass of curly red-brown hair and
smooth-shayen face, had the accent Of
the South, and told his honor he once held
a good position IN Georgia.
81 was shipping clerk, SIR he said.
with the Chattanooga Iron Company, in
the northern part Of Georgia, and received
good salary"
II guess that was quite a while ago.
observed his honor.
mo, sir; so recent as last September.
said Moore, trying to cover with his faded
scarf the soiled condition of his shirt and
shoNiHS HIS ifdyeu CuIIs Out OF SlEnG.
"Bow was it you are not with the COM
pany now?''
81 lost my position"
"Why, sir?" and his honor cast pene.
trating glance at Moore's handsome face,
flushed and downcast. He gazed appeal
ingly at the court and was SILENT
Come, young man. said the court, not
unkindly; ''you may as well tell mes
II had quarrel with the m anager, and