The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-08-15
TESTIMONY AS IT COMES.
FROM 1T TIE MAGIsTRATE rus
GULL THE FACTS IN. THE CASE

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Me being tho ~janitress Of the house, ito not
likely that there would BIO anything about the
trouble I didn't know. For all that, your
Honor, it's n queer thing my finding myself In
n poles court-a thing that no ono Of our fam
Is ever was, not even as a witness, barring my
Aunt Teresn's son Dennis, through him having
seen tho Cluny murder. and that was i've years
ago, or was 1t ski
The Magistrate
We'll, your Honor,:1'm trying to tell 1t as
straight as I can. There's no tenement In P1tt
street that's moro pcaceable like than our
place since I been janitress, though L say
it as shouldn't. Mr.. Levinsohmcr, the agent
and a real nice gentleman he is, and has a.
big a diamond in his shirt as silver Dollar
Smith w~ears-says to me, he says:
Mrs. McPetcrs," he says, since you've took
the place. he says, "it's that quiet and re-
spectacle that a man could come here in a full
evening swallowtail coat" he says, and not
got into no trouble" suys he.
And he could do It himself, for he's got the
coat. i seen him wearing 1t the night of the
big Cohen wedding. Yes, your Honor, I'm COM
ing to the fight right away. That's what Mr..
Levinsohmer says to me, and II your Honor
likes, l could bring others that would toll you
the same thing. 1t comes all tho harder, your
Honor, me being s'pecnied for a witness in n
case like this and right on my own steps. But
I'm not saying 1t was anybody 8 fault moro
than anybody else's. Some folks might think
Mrs. Whalen was to blame for hitting Mrs.
Dorscher first, and some might blame Mrs.
name, and others might think that the Garri-
tvs and the Wunches was too quick with their
interference. As for me, may have my own
amt taking no sides.
The Magistrate ~.
Va. ,.,, IIa,nr I'p, cpfr,Eny RI that if
you'll only let me tell it my own way. First
Off Mrs. Dorscher was going to a bit OF a
wake around the corner: .n NatuT rail- ,b she oU want
pie ribbons and pink flowers: and gold beads.
mings and all, in Milliners Row not two months
agone. know tho price right, your Honor,
through Trough Mary N MY s, asking nngs tne b snopkeep per
the lady in, tho shop.
The Magistrate -
II your Honor was to send me up for CON
tcmptuous courtship or whatever you call II,
| couldn't toli you no different from the truth;
II was as elegant u hat as amy lady would
want. Mrs. Dorschcr came downstairs carry
ing it in her hands. meaning for to fix 1t on
when she got on the steps. SO as all the, neigh.
bors could see her doing it. Not that I'd wish
to accuse her OF being stuck up.
Twas just as she was fixing in the first pin
and cooking her head over to get the right set
of It that it came into her head she'd left "a dol
lar bill in tho matchsafc, where like as not her
man "ohlu hHl u NDcu Tx " putA anu III
it for beer 1t being but one flight up to her
house, the Dorschcrs living in the second floor
rcar, three rooms at $l2 a months she Just set
her hat down. onto the top step while she ran
up. While she was gone along comes Mrs.
Whslen, her that lives in the third floor rear.
and has n man makes 81 a day when he's sober
mot that I'd be calling him a drinking nam.
and walks up the steps backwards like, talking
to Bridget Corbip next door: When she gets
to tho top step, her being tired, down she, sets
srang on Mrs. Dorscher's hat, but her skirts
was that thick that she never knew it at all.
ing for 1t. First off Mrs. Dorscher says:
Where's NV hati' she saws.
Good evening to yom, Mrs, D9rscherir says
III left it on the step where you're setting"
Mrs. Dorscher says. Would you mind get
Il would says Mrs. whalen. When l get
Up u th ro os,i goo vo o9liG ME PoqPp orsd to lft f'm d ief it says
So up she gets, and up comes the hat. too, be-
ing pinned onto her. and one of the pins jabs
"Shudderin' %snints!" says she. in a kind of
cushion" = A"' V "o"" az
the hat away. it looked like it had been dug
out of the ruins Of a brick factory.
holding up the thing between two fingers.
rs il my hiatt says Mrs. Dorscher. very
q lady" says Mrs. whaien. very calm. ~ ="
Where's the LADY,, says Mrs, Dorscher:
started ST aSH out sf for I 3Re hail. s9 for ifH{Ss had f Ssen Al he ahfs
ing at the window and was scared that there
was .n trouble t coming; It ccme quissk enoughi
whalen. dignided like. But seen her eyes
swapping. Maybe you got no moro sight than
shilling hat down on the steps, full Of pins. for
a lady 10 set on it unbeknownst. Who are
You "r To k mSs.l T lady sSys wh MPs.y G po 7se herr" land my
husband don't come home drunk three nights
.'Vt'u clad Wa 10 ,~t . ~ an,,n la-o -. II
three nights in the week, or any other nights
II the week. says Mrs. Whalen, Small
That went deep. for it's n known thing that
Dorschcr daresn't lay n hand to his wife. no
matter how riled she gets HIM, she's that sharp
Of her tongue, never giving him no peace of his
life. Mrs. DOrschcr she sticks her nose up in
the air and says:
~ Tn lowering, myself standing in talk with
",Yon arc!.' says Mrs. w,halen; you that
took in washing not a year ahack."
Mrs. I DOrsthie %" Called III Mrs. sne W !haini out M'' OF 'h hsr
power power % to prevent TeSent"f #. IN and in Mrs s0S%SGSs slen T ut h .9
them then! All in a heap and Hopping gar around Sead
fence Of a midnight and making noises the
same. II was a terrible sight. stood there
Take shame Of, yourselves. ladies' I says.
1.-THE whole neighborhood will be seeing yon,"
says, but, bless your Honor's soul, they took
NV w '''N y Ap Nli'th II tIcy VI Uttn tHelh
same two cats l mentioned, Upstairs on the
second floor front Mrs. Wunch was trying TO
get a bit of a nap.
] would not say, particular as I'm on oath,
that she'd been what you call drinking, but she
must have had Il drop or two, or she never
would have thrown the pitcher with the beer
in 1t down. Mt them two ladies. There was n
water pitcher just as handy. or course, the
beer, gots all over them, let alone the pitcher
breaking. Mrs. Dorscher sets up a yell.
.'Dorschcr! Dorschcr! II you had the soul
Of n starved mouse -lshe did not say soul, your
Honor, but il sounds better, for all Tn on
oathI-you'd come down" she says, "and perfect
your wife from The mob AS is killing her." she
says.
Just then up the street comes Whalen.
Drunk he was. rs he will admit II your Honor
ASKS, but not so drunk he couldn't see where
the, pitcher of beer come from. He ups with a
rock and let's go at the window, hut his aim,
being drunk as himself, it goes smashing into
the Garritys' place. so he lets 20 another for
luck, and that goes straight where it was
meant. Then Dorscher, who had started
when his wife yelled, come running ont, and
Whalen tackled him quick. AS il that wasn't
enough, your Honor, for a respectable lady
j~anitrcss that hadn't had no police nor other
kind OF trouble in her house since she came,
IRIS. W,unch and the G~arritys, man and wife,
come. whooping down those stairs looking fol
trouble with an opery glass. as the saying goes.
1t was waiting. In a minute all them ladies'
was mixed up that thick you couldn't tell