Kansas City journal., 1898-03-07
EVERYBODY WAS VERY GOOD.
Not Even bod Fight Occurred to
Disturb the sabbath

The bright sunshine and the balmy air
yesterday had a soothing effect on the
characters who usually make the life of
policeman burden on Sunday. Each of
the four police stations had passed through
the morning and afternoon without so
much as a saloon fight TO mar the general
peacefulness that pervaded the very at
mosphere. At Central station during the
afternoon only an occasional petty" pris-
oner was brought in. The big, deep-chested
officers from Battle row. and the levee
strolled into Central station to register
with their minds unruffied with any care.
Every few minutes the voice of Operator
Condor, in the telephone room. could be
heard in answer TO the calls of the patrol
men from the boxes in the district. His
answer. "Alls quiet grew monotonous.
Now and then the big bunch of jaler's
keys could be heard rafting dismally down
the two flights of iron steps Jaller
Smith went mechanically to visit the cell
rooms and see that his guests of high and
low degree. who had been placed in mis-
charge Saturday night We're in good or
der. In the marble tioored surgeons room
everything was in perfect order. All traces
of blood had been washed from the white
marble. The cots which had been fiiled
with victims of their own remorse and 9TH
stabbed in saloon brawls. Saturday night.
were all empty. The big clock over the
captains desk ticked painfully loud in the
the prisoners could be heard singing down
in the cellrooms. The music, it foated
up the iron and rock walled stairway sound
from the depths of a gloomy cavern. a de-
tective strolled into the station and passed
into the inspectors office. Presently he
came out again and walked rather unde-
cidedly, over to the captains desk: He
glanced about at first one thing and an
other and then absently opened the sur
geon's "bloodbOok.''
''Umph, Just a sprained ankle" he said,
as he turned away and walked leisurely
out.
A negro woman presently broke the still
ROOM putting and blowing. She walked up
to the captains desk.
OBJ Sias Jones?" she asked. Lieutenant
Martin Moran. in charge of the desk. turned
the big register over and glanced down the
short list of prisoners
swered. The old woman thought bit and
then turned away.
He amt come to dinnah yet and All
thought as how he might have rushed de
can too much an got run in" Then she
shuffled out.
Suddenly the door banged shut and there
came two Cinnamon. They glanced about
the room hurriedly and then approached
Jailer Smith. who was sitting in chair
tilted back against the wall.
"Wantee telephone Fifteen un Charlotte.
Me no havee name" said one of the China
men. his face wreathed in smiles and his
eyes wholly lost in the wrinkles of the
smile After much questioning the 1ailer
found that the celestial wanted TO find the
telephone number of the drug store at
Fifteenth and Charlotte streets. The China
men could not remember the name of the
store. and the jailer did not know. The
smiles disappeared on the faces of the two
Cinnamon. They did not know how to pro-
ceed.
''Ill call up the livery stable across the
street" said the jailer. II know that tele-
phone number and they can tell me the
name of the drug store
A perfect voiley of deep Gums and '.ahs''
passed between the two visitors Their faces
"Melican man smart. Cinnamon no
thinkee dat" And the two rubbed their
hands in their glee. In the manner sug-
gested, the telephone asked for by the
Cinnamon was secured. A woman answered
the phone.
"Teilee to go to chinaman next door. I
talks to him here"
In a few minutes the telephone was car
rying conversation that must have caused
the telephone central operator to think
that lunatics certainly had been turned
loose in the city. First the Cinnamon could
not understand each other. They talked
too loud. After many instructions and con-
siderable noise the Chinaman at the sta
tion delivered his message and received a
reply that caused him much glee.
After the telephone conversation he ex,
planned that his name was Joe Chong. and
that he lived in Armourdale. He had talked
to Foo Sing. 'washee man. near Fiji
teenth and Charlotte streets. and told him
street near Delaware. where there were
a number of Cinnamon visiting from sur
rounding towns. The two left the station
smiling at their success and talking at a
first bit of excitement at the station dur
ing the afternoon.