The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-07-15
 MCCARTHY MEETS DEFEAT.
A Story With a Moral to It-Causes
 Plenty of Amusement.

A Story With a Moral to It-Cause
 Plenty of Amusement. l A story that is causing a good deal O. amusement just at present is one or | Special Officer John Mccarthy that i going the rounds of the railroad men Officer Mccarthy is well known tC tramps and "hoboes" all over the coun try as the watchdog" of the New Ha' ven yards From Maine to Florida his name is known to the members of this class as one who can't be fooled. Ills eagle eye is always on the alert for the free and easy passengers of the freight cars, and few indeed are they who sliI through unmolested. Indeed, it has been said that Mccarthy can spot a coon in the darkest corner of a freight car, no matter how dark the night.
 But the valiant watchman has finally to confess defeat. He has been outWit- ted and, along with that, outfooted Just about to put two-dollar bill in his pocket, he has seen 1t fly away as though possessed of spirit. And the worst of it all is that his associates in the railroad yard have got hold of the story and are turning it over in their mouths as they would choice morsel of food.
 It all happened in the depot the other evening in plain sight of score of per sons. On his usual jaunt up and down the platform he was accosted by one whom he knew at once to be a member of the sporting fraternity. Not only his garments, but his general make-u up, proclaimed him man who scorned work. Mccarthy, knowing that he had arrived in town somehow. looked at him suspiciously, but with his usual polteness listened to the strangers tale
 Say said that worthy. you're a railroad man, ain't ye?'
 Yes" said Mccarthy.
 Would you mind telling me when the next freight leaves for Harlem Riv- er?'
 Not in the least, my son. said Me- Carthy. 'The next one leaves at 6:30 o'clock
 Well. say" continued the other lis Bull Mccarthy around here any place."
 Around here? No, He hangs out over beyond there. Don't be afraid Of him. He wouldn't harm ye, anyway
 The conversation went on, the valiant officer taking much delight in playing with his unsuspecting victim, and not in the least in hurry to awaken him to the stern necessities of life Two dollars in his pocket. he thought with out even a run for it.
 Just then a friend of his approached and had a short conversation with him, Mccarthy all the time keeping an eye on the stranger. The conversation last ed only a few minutes, but as he left the man said Well good night Me Carthy."
 At the word the unsuspecting knight of the road started as if stung by kissing bug, and in less time than it takes to tell it he was off down the de- pot, with Mccarthy in full pursuit.
 stop him! Stop him!" shouted the latter, while he put on more steam and let her out notch in order to increase his travelling powers. Not stop was made, though, and as though he was running from a company of Spanlards, the other kept on his way.
 Mccarthy stopped al the end f the depot, as he saw his quarry vanishing over the fence fully four blocks away, and wiped the precipitation from his brow, while he also tried to get his wind Was it possible" he thought. Me Carthy, the only Mccarthy, fooled 1 Such a thing was unheard of" Just then baggageman came along | and yelled out, It's hot day, McCar- | thy" And amid the laughter of the | crowd the terror of Coxey's army weari- ly pursued his way, realizing for once that every dog has his day"
 Moral: Don't count your chickens | before they are matched"