Daily Kennebec journal., 1897-09-20

Up in the county Jail there is pris
oner named Brady; he was brough
down from the line of the B. & A. SOM
days ago and lodged in a cell for beat
ing his fare on the big north line car,
and for making a general nuisance q
himself; the latter isn't statuary Of
fence. but it can be made SO under
other names, says the Bangor Com
mercial. Brady is big fellow and no.
oyer-amiable in disposition.
Brady was put to work in the stone.
yard. He didn't like it. A gentlemal
of the road had no business with rocks
or hammers or with any other of ths
signs Of hard labor, and his spirit was
sorely wounded by his tasks. Or
Wednesday morning Brady made
trouble In the yard.
After he was turned out with the
other prisoners. he refused to work
The overseer tried to make him begir
operations, but without success. Their
he sent for Turnkey Bragdon, who was
in the guard room of the Jail
Turnkey Bragdon came out without
ceremony and took Brady into a cell
He locked the door and then went for
the big hose with which the floors are
washed down in the Jail He brough,
the nozzle over to Brady's cell.
Il won't work, and that's all there is
to it," said the prisoner; you can't
make me work"
"All right; said the turnkey. let's
have something" ha
Then he turned the cock and sent a
stream 0f cold water through the
barred door right into Brady's lap. =.
The prisoner nearly died with sur
prise. Then he forgot his surprise in
anger, and swore dreadful things to be
done when he was unlocked.
The turnkey called an assistant and
ordered, the door unlocked. Then
walked into the cell with the hose still
in his hand.
Brady sat on a small wooden stool,
making the best of the shower that
was being turned on him and telling
about what he was going to do when he
got chance to tackle the turnkey
When the door opened he leaped to his
feet. and grabbing the. stool. aimed a
terrific blow at Maj. Bragdon's head.
If the blow had struck there would
have been a cracked skull in the Jail
on Wednesday morning, but when the
stool reached it's mark the head wasn't
there. The turnkey lodged like cat
and turned the water straight into
Brady's eyes. Brady was blinded. He
CROPPED for the stool and tried to get to
his feet Every way he turned the cold
water followed him like a demon.
Every rag on his body was wet and the
water was coming with stunning force
Once he made jump at the turnkey,
only to meet, half way, the fiat of one
stout hand which sent him sprawling
in corner, in which the water simply
Soused him like drowned rat
IN give up" called Brady, from the
corner
WED better made the cure, COM
plete," said the turnkey. He gave
Brady some more of the water anu
then turned off the stream
How about the sstone-yard?' asked
the official, wiping a few drops of
water off his sleeves.
That's all right said Brady. The
water cure had just suited his case.
Maj: Bragdon had Brady taken up
stairs to one of the bath rooms, where
he was dipped in hot water and rubbed
down by one of the walters in the jail.
When he had got on dry clothing and
was as rosy and warm as babe, he
went out to the yard and took up his
hammer.
An hour later when the overseer
looked into the shop to see how things
were moving, Brady was hammering
away at the stone as if there was a
dollar for him on every dozen.