The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-01-31
COURTESY OF MR.. c. WEEKS.
WHY HE CARRIED Hrs WIFB's FEET
IN SPITE OF TIE POLICE.


Ths Least ThAt . Gentieussn Couid no In Csus-
naon Poitepess-Hs asad NO Theught Of
ResouisG Mer-Lossest One Martst Basket
ana 90 Fine for the LADY In the Case.
Magistrate Kudlich-HEzie Weeks. this ain.
davit says that you were intoxicated and disor-
derly In Seventh avenue last night. What have
you to say for yourselfl
Lizzie Weeks lat the bar)-'Deed, sir. please, ]
didn't go to do nothin' what amt right Deed,
sir-tmumblesl-
The Magistrates Policeman repeating in q
loud voicel-1 was drunk. your Honor. I Am
very sorry.
Magistrate Kudlich Ito the policeman whit ar
rested hor)-Was sho troublesomei
Policeman Troy-She was thati She was after
scratching my eyes out, and I had TO summon
assistance. It took four of us to get her to the
station, your Honor. We had our hands full, at
that.
Lizzie Weeks mumbles.l
The Magistrates Policeman am very sorry.
your Honor. I will never do It again.
Magistrate Kudlich-How about the man.
Charles Weeksi Was II his fault that you had
DO much troubled I sec tina the AFFIDAVIT
charges him with interfering with you in tho
discharge Of your duty. Was It his fault or his
wife'si
Policeman Troy-Any ono Of us could have
handled him alono. your Honor. 1t was the
woman who made all the trouble. He only tried
to help her break away from us and yelled and
created o disturbance, causing q crowd to col
lect.
Charles Weeks talso at the barp-Say. Colonel.
why amt you tell the truth, mani You
know-
Chorus of Court ohicers-Keep quieti
Charles Weeks tstartled)-O. 'scuse me.
Magistrate Kudlich-what was tho man do
ing-exactly, now. oficeri
Policeman Troy-Well. your Honor. when tho
four of us started to carry the woman the man
jumped out Of q crowd Of citizens and took hold
Of her feet and tried to pull her away.
Charles Weeks-Now. hyah! Fo' do Lawd's
sake. Colonel
Chorus of Court oficers-Keep quietl
Magistrate Kudlich-what is 1t, weeksi
Charles Weeks tcautiouslytIs I to speak,
boss7
Chorus of Court ohicers-Tell the Judge what
you have to sayl Hurry upi
Charles Weeks Ito tho nearest policeman
Yassiri Thanky, slri TO the MagistratetBoss.
it was Just like what I tell you. And this is the
truth. / amt no ~falslfer. 1 don't mean no OK
purgations on the officer. by that, your Homer.
'cept what 1 says is just 30.
Magistrate Kudlich-Go oni Go oni
Charles Weeks-Yes, sir. your Honor, pardon
me! l just want to express on your Honor that
s sir. h Gsst w nisSt I'm m. se and sh Hop la as the what s6ath /. f ss
out yonder In the court who has the certidcate
Chorus Of Court odicersNsit DOWN. Stay
Charles W~eeks-s'ouse me!
MaRistrate kudlich-Ten your story.
LADY GSf Soss. M ms wife. Bo sad Nh ihs % Sse Eo% Mas c sals
ing homo from market. We was carrying the
basket between us. We done finished our
ping in here and there on the avenue to furnish
ourselves with some refraishment. Long after
% 1aEi n hsr sSssr q s1ifised t thai ME- sa %es she Was
getting aR kind G KnG@iiCb@ Of
Charles Weeks-I don't like to use no such
Magistrate Kudlich-Excuse me.
ye'y 'sousaSle.' She was XII kind O. ths stsvSls. and
Isays to myself; Here niger. lime for you to
She amt had enough. Enough society and mi' en-.
t~ertainment I moan. And we had some disputa-
tion; Up come this yar officer Rs s,y for
sint In no xsy to fully t % he m o otssa' and
she say. WHO you talking to mani Go on
market basiet.' And they ins 's done %s'p had .a's so yne
words. And the police Officer he lay holt OF her
for sure. Plenty trouble: pien nty And "Ya ali THIS this
time ain,t done nothing. l amt getting in It;
N Noss's; is M iaSse, t that SIn's n is 1 pisss s snd cS sss old
No! / amt draw no cards in that game. Nossir.
/ stay out! When the four officers done get her
steadied down out on the car tracks and started
toting her to the station house l set the market
basket down fright where it was-and I amt
seen 1t since. and God knows / amt going to
never see 1t nowl. and try my best to do what a
gentleman should. She was dragging along
scan'lous. her feet on the road. That amt
no way for. no lady, no matter who she is,
to go through the streets of this town. Now,
Jedge, your Honor, when that officer says /
pulled her feet. he says what amt SO and what
he knows amt 80! / was just doing what any
gentleman would do when he see his lady in
such q situation. l was trying to carry her
limbs, your Honor, her lower limbs. and to keep
her feot from laying on the ground. What
more could any gentleman do. boss. or lessf
Then another officer-they must o. been a
whole reRimcIt OF police laying back some
where's around there-he Come up to me and
says: You come with mel" and l done come.
He amt even had the common politeness to let
me go back get my market basket.
Magistrate Kudlich-Weeks you must take
care after this to see that your wife takes her
pleasures more quietly. The case against you
Is dismissed. The woman is fined 50.
Charles Weeks-Thankee, sir. Turning to 60
to the clerk who collects fines)-You. woman.
you hear what the Judge done say! Now, why
amt you listen when tell you them very Same
identified wordsi You amt
Magistrate Kud1ich-Bo quiet therei
Chorus Of court officers (fortissimo)-Be quiet!
Shut up! Silence In the court!
Charles Weeks (clapping. his hand over his
mouth and bowling apologetically to the Magis-
tratel-S'CuSo me. sir. nleaaet Id0na forD0fT