The evening times. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1895-1902, 1897-01-09
BAD NIGHT FOR FATHERS
Handsome Policeman Tried to
Catch a Tramp But Didn't.
FIRST FELL OVER HIMSELF
Then Took a Cab, But the Horse
Took Tumble and Broke the
Shaft-Charlie Wallace in Trouble
for Bracing a Man With a Bunch
of yfolets and a Jag.

Charles Wallace is daring young HOBO
from New York city, who reached WASH
ington last night, and Immediately flung
himself on the community, begging right
and left from every man who passed The
corner OF Thirteenth and E streets, at the
Johnson Hotel.
A we'll dressed man, with a big bunch
of violets in the buttonhole Of his over
coat, and a much larger bunch OF cock
tails in his system, staggered past Wallace
who immediately braced hum.
"oh, amt my pepper got lovely Jag
said Wallace. as Policeman Carlos Flath-
ers, florid and robust, tried to conceal his
portly form behind an electric light pole
and watch the progress of Charles game
The man with the violets, his Bond-street
trousers soiled at the knees and his silk
hat bearing several bruises, brushed wal
lace aside, hicccughing an invitation Tor
the beggar to accltmatize himself in more
tropical country.
oh we're narsty. are We? said Wal
lace, in a Bowery imitation OF Cbevalicr
giving the swell shove which landed him
in the gutter, as Fathers started on run
for him. Wallace fled faster than an Aus
tralian rabbit down street. Fathers, in
hot pursuit, -stumped his tOe against a
loosened brick and mixed mp head and
heels together, as Wallace, with whoop
OF JOY, gathered his legs together like
stag in chase, skipping merrily down
Twelfth street.
Fathers, more than ever convinced that
Sir Isaac Newton was not har in his dis
sertations on gravity, boarded a coupe and
whipped the horse TO gallop; but the
stars were not shining ON the house OF
Fathers last night, for at the corner OF
Twelfth street the horse slipped, breaking
a shaft, and once more Fathers was hors
du combat.
Wallace was caught, however, on the
Avenue and turned over to Fathers, who
had him before Judge Kimball this morn
ing as a vagrant. Wallace, impudeDt as
Gavaroche and nervy as Gil Bias, laughed
while Fathers told the court how he
didn't catch Charles. He said the man
with the violets could not be found, and
the only charge he could place against
Wallace was that of vagrancy.
''He threatened to kill the man who
caught him. said Fathers.
You didn't catch him, them" smiled
the judge.
NO, SIT. ne WAS lOo ldst IOI mt re-
turned Fathers.
II got into n cab to chase him, but the
horse fell down and broke the shaft
All" said Prosecutor Pugh. The story
Of broken shaft. VIII the funeral he to-
morrow?r
'No; it will be today" said Sammie Ken
dig, the romantic balifr, to Wallace, as
he laughed over jokes in a last years alma
nae.
And that's no housekeeper's story"
jeered Wallace, as the judge called him
up.
Wallace said his honor, sharply,
'.where do you come FROM
New York. said Charlie, with fair
blonde hair, parted in the center, and wear
ing a blue sweater.
Why did you come here?''
"A ma brought IN here
Where is he?''
Ion, he's taken the yeiI,'' said Wallace,
slyly.
Taken the what" asked his bonor.
The veil; he coined here and asked you
to give him the shove othe workhouse."
Where you'll go for the nextsixty days,
said the court step back"
What do care? Mommer'S rich. and
pepper don't care said Wallace, as he
strutted TO the cell.