The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-01-02

write to tho Health Board and tho cat VIII DO
Tho Woman tnngrilyl-Tn write to the Mayor.
The scrgoant-Lookcd like n widow. Bet I
know what her husband died OF. Hard world,
Enter Mr.. Murray Hill in evening dress and
Mr.. Hii.-Good evening, Sergeant.
The Sergeant Sizing him upl-Good evening.
ASIDE Wonder IL he's been touched for q dia-
MIR. Hnl-Thoro's q little party of us outside
places 10 see around the, precinct. YOU know.
Nothing dangerous. you know, but just inter
eSting. II YOU could send n policeman, We
might mako 1t worth his while. %
The Sergeant tslowlyl-So you're Summing.
WSeITIc, / wish You You'd come M a Il little Ct sooner ne had
starving TO death for want Of a chance to earn a
MIR. Hlll-oh, you don't understand, Sergeant.
The scrgGant-Yes; understand, Us you
MIR. HIl--But about that policeman,
The Sergeant with emphasis,-Goo even
Exit Mr.. Hill TO comment to his cumming
pp,nrt,y upon the discourtesy of I'm tho p ,ShicS so Iho
drunks, either helpless or bolligerent, are taken
to the cells, Tho door opens and enter the
Tho systematically! What do you mean by
coming here like that. s.u,.., c,, RAIL-.
Tho Sergeant" Speak low. If tho Old Man
so Inc on E SSSdhh g sS Tp' W S%If. sorzh. Mi jus''s
MsliI. Got full'n como here : die in uniform.
3 the trouble hons tina did 4: wood
man when you're sober, and I'll give you an.
other chance IL it isn't too late. HE rings 4
him to take reilly to a turkish bath. Rcmem.
ber., Reilly, it's your last chance.
Sane for you some day. swear of now'n never
do il again Z! Np IT, a drop, 8, help me God. Say
Entpr nppnia cntcbpS tho Eiphtl hy tho neck
and propels him swiftly toward tho door.
D~ennis-Chris,, you damn. fool, come along
The Sergeant, meditatively,-won last 4
month. And ii hos been up to mischief, In full
uniform, TOO, it may mean trouble for me; oh.
well, it's all In the days work. One more chance
w %no,h hSri ho mq' p ! sass By % the e alo %sy 'n s"i a n miscel.
6 GS,Iiad into a,d the sn cells Nr 4 solid ! r s,eP n is heard isI,n
gorgeous IN II silk hat, a diamond stud, and an
air of profound, If somewhat mysterious, i'm
The Scrgcant-Good evening, Mr.. Muldoon.
Muldoon-Hw are you. Sergeant. lin q low
yoicel Say, you've got Il case here I'm inter
The ,Sorgcant-Baill Which onel
Muidoon-No, faint bail. It's Pipe McDer-
The m sGrF,e "rn ont . one Of your pnn, PoEE sow That hat
what he fractured the mans skull.
Muldoon cleaning forward and Whispering
B:z.zz.z.z-z! ,Bzz-one of the boys-bz-z-z-got
The .sergcant~Im sorry. Mr.. Muldoon, but
you'll have to see the Captain about that.
Nh mSia ssrreanf ismpbai M.mi@:@; H HiFy!
Muldoon tangriiy)m.Itd DO for your good.
lGoes, to the door.l I'll remember this on you.
The Sergcant-Nice game that. Wants me to
scratch TINT charge on the bl9tter; Talk about
ID man to go up against, too. II it had been
] st a case of drunk and dis9rderlynbn felo;
n lye In work n hipirpr null than hn kuDyya IN
k ,sping on the right side o. EN-. And Pipe Nc.
For n considerable period he meditatcs I'M
disturbed upon the cmbarrassments INCIDENT to
mSditaticns being ended by a Young man in a
state of wild excitement who rushes in and
an RReinsiei himself be ss is roSb tthe'n ThieRes, NV
diamond stud! On n Grand street car, Where's
the polieci W, want EN- Il to 70 out and find my
The Scrgcant-Cool down and tell ne about
robbers. One or 'em said. Get Off my feet
and f, the soorsler took m stud stud; tnow ,o too. -,
Rheinstcin-No. but it's gone. How else
The scrgeant-That's a pretty big stud hole
in your shirt. 1t might have slipped out. I'm
Rheinsiein-It couldn't. 1t never did. Tn.
bottoning his vest.l They stole it. them rob-
b;rs; want the police; 1.-THE stud falls t to ),
Ilp lOuT unu Tolls. IkucllSIeln DOUICtS jill IL
The Scrgcart-Thcre you are. Don't be 50
ready -
I'm IN excess of wild generosity Sergeant, II |
ever meet you outside ] treat you to a cigar.
Exits hnrricdly lest he be tempted to do 1t on
Another considerable period cnsues. divcrsi.
fed by the arrival of several hopeless DRINKS.
acquaintances, one of whom has bet the other
s. that George Washington was named after the
f fed and of h ths county @oney pa ibis when bet is th haFa! Snt set,
Terry Calvin. very white. and showing the CT
fccts of drink.
Galvin-Lock me up. I want to be locked
The Sergeant-what's the charged Drunk
The sereeant"Murderl! Here. what's this
a1 Gairin sP1Gdn aIly up: M Gal Sfa ygTH Ference Calvin,
% years old, born in Ireland, bricklayer, live
The Scrgeant-You've been arrested more
than once to know that by heart.
CALVIN Only for bein, drunk, Sergeant: It's
drink, and !! hi: her, full in the fac Sergeant,
1t must a been tho table, or maybe it was the
The Sergeant-What in blazes are you nut.
tering about. ! believe the mans got en-.
Galvin.My Wife. My Mary, an us only
but 1t was too late. She never moved or spoke.
been dyin' out IN me since. It's murder, an
III say guilty to the Judge.
Inc SefReanI-l III SEM u man around tnerc.
What's the address,
Calvin (brokenlyl-,I heard her head hit
AGAINST the w~podmthen she lay still-never a
The sergcaut-stop that. Where's your
homei
Gaivin-Columbia street, fourth floor front.
The Scrgeant-The number, man, the num-
boz.
The door opens. Enter a woman.
Calvin lstupidly)-The numbcri I-I-can't
think. file looks around and sees the woman.
wlo turns u cut and bruised face to him. Mary /!
| IL '.SSpR himlnIf rnniHlvI
Tho sergeant-Hm! Not much murder in
that.
Mrs. G~alvin-Terry, 20 devil, what are ye
dom herei
Calvin shrinking away)-'Tis her spirit! 1
killed her, an she's come back to hauntmc.
Mrs. .G~alyin-Come homo with me, Terry.
Galvin-Homel l haven't got no home.
Nothin' but a dead wife that l kilt with me own
hand.
Mrs. Galvin-Terry, doar, the drinks in VIC yet.
Come along with me-. Sergeant, ye wudn't
keep him, sure. for the bit Of drink he has in
him.
The Sergeant-Not for that. But for trying to
kill his wife.
Mrs. Galvin-Kil me! It's n lie. He nivcr
laid hand to me.
The sergcant-Thore's blood on your face for