The evening times., 1897-01-08

II was after 10 o'clock today before
| one case had been finally disposed or In
Judge Kimball's court, and the drag or
the proceedings so wearied the few spec
tators admitted by Policeman Flynn that
the majority OF them left.
| The case which consumed much TIME
was that of John johnson, a small colored
boy, charged with destroying private prop
erty, in chipping piece OF stone from
windowsill OF the Washington and George
town railroad carsheds at the navy yard.
Marion Keys, an employe OF the COM
pany, said two white boys told him John
son had committed the degradation, and
he put them on the stand, they bearing
out his statement. Lawyer Hewlett, who
defended the prisoner, made a savage
attack on Policeman Hinkle, after he
said John had admitted to him he broke
the sill.
He told me so in the patrol wagon
remarked Hinkle, one OF the oldest men on
the force, land said he did it for fun
Il don't believe a word OF itr' shouted
Hewlett ut the top OF his voice, waving his
hands at Hinkle, mot a word. 1t is made
out of the whole cloth. There are some
officers on the force / will believe, but
this one l won't"
Hinkle, who has a splendid record, sat
cool and undisturbed under the imputations
cast upon his veracity, while the judge
looked far from pleased at the lawyers
words, but made no comment.
Here is the child" continued Hew-
lett, pointing to John grinning at the
bailiffs, and as unconcerned as Hinkle him
self, locked up in a cell all night and
dragged here this morning, and he is not
guilty at that.
There is no doubt in my mind as to his
guilt, not the slightest, retorted the court,
coldly 'I understand his father is in
court. Let him come around
When Johns father approached the desk
his honor asked him if he could pay fine.
How much?'' said the father, laconi-
cally.
Five dollars''
Certainly, I'll pay it," said johnson,
ST., and he did, while johnson, jr., re-
treated from the courtroom, feeling his
knickerbockers apprehensively.
Like Mr. Silas wegg, Clerk Lum Harper
sometimes drops into poetry, and the
troubles of young Henry Bien, arrested
for smashing his sisters mandolin, induced.
the sentimental Harper to indite the fol-
lowing lines TO himself:
Ben, oh, Bien,
Why dids't thou break sisters mandolien?
You made rift within the lutte,
And now poor sisters muses. mute.
Now, what do you think of that for ex-
temporizing?" said Lum, tickled to death
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Docket Clerk Hall Collegiate.
Notice my poetic nerve in the spelling
of mandolin"
Collegiate, the Beau Brummell Of the court,
gazed at Harper as he said: Il think you've
got all kinds of nerve to perpetrate such
rot on me.''
I'm sweet singer of minstrel lays"
re joined Harper as he arraigned Bien, a
handsome, athletic fellow, with dark, curl
ing hair, and clean-cut face, dressed in
an English tweed bicycle suit, with fancy
patterned golf stockings.
His sister, Fannie, came forward with
Prosecutor Pugh, and attracted the atten-
ton Of the courtroom a once by. her hand
some, elegant presence. She was a bru-
nette beauty, gloved and booted faultlessly
as princess, wearing a seal cape over her
silk bodice and close-fitting figured silk
skirt.
Her raven hair was dressed carefully
under an enormous plumed hat, a mass of
gorgeous color, with the trimming of
butterfly's blue and gold wings. A coquet
tish dotted veil brought out the scarlet of
her lips and the dewy softness in her great
melancholy eyes. She raised the slenderest
hand in the world to be sworn, and waited
for Mr.. Pugh to tell her story, as her
brother bit his lips and frowned on his
lovely sister from the dock.
"Your honor" said Mr.. Pugh, 1.-The cir
cumstances Of this case are these: The
young man is charged with breaking his
sister Fannie's mandolin, which cost
$27.60. 1t seems, from Miss Fannie's
story, that a friend Of hers. a lady. pre-