The age-herald., 1900-10-18
SKETCHES FROM
 EVERYDAY LIFE

Brownie Lowe.'' called Judge Greene. Let Brownie come out"
 The door of Brownies cage was opened by an officer. and Brownie came out He was not a bird nor an animal, nor even a Brownie: he was just ordinary blackie. The scene was not in the Zoo, but the Criminal Court. Brownie had been in the iron cage where they keep prisoners await ing trial.
 Brownie plead not guilty to the charge of stealing three coolers of brass, weigh ing 15o0 pounds from the Tennessee Coal and Iron Company. His plea had a de facto appearance of truth. He did not seem to lack ''brass"-certainly he had check to try and "swipe" 15OO pounds of it if he did not need 1t.
 The evidence showed that Brownie was warm number and that the theft oc- cured a hot July night With some idea of reciprocity Brownie thought he would take the three brass coolers as it would take them to cool him. Brownie, however, bit off more brass than he could chew. He did not get away. Instead, a policeman got way to get him. Then. too. defendants pleas do not always please a jury and twelve bad men and false, as DfOWHle thought, convicted nm and he will become d member of the horizontal Gridfron Club. Palmer Cox who has always needed a convict Brownie in his collection, can get him for $1.99.
 
 He had looked on the wine until ne no longer cared whether it was red With him, twas wine, not love, that made the world go round. But he was happy; oh! so happy He walked down Second ave- nue smiling on all things, narrowly miss. ing collisions with objects human and otherwise. He eptimist for the time being. All things seemed good in his sight. Even the wax ladies in Marx s win dow appeared to please him. He took off his hat and bowed. "Devilsht han'som oman" he muttered. Then he resumed his joyous way to Nineteenth street. He had taken but a few steps when he col lided with a pessimst. Damn you, sir" said the latter why don't you look where you are going? An, drunk, see; you mis- erable sotted brute, you low down wretched cur, you human beer tank you-''
 That's all right-shay whatever please can't hurt my feelings. Ish full CT milk CT human kindness"
 Once more he started towards Nineteenth As he reached the corner the lights in the Peerless attracted him. He thought he would take ''anosher.' He lunged into the entrance and threw his weight against the glass doors They did not budge. It was five minutes after twelve. A man at the corner explained matters to him.
 "Eh? No mo drinks? Well tshank God, therish still ish water in Birmingham
 
 Tuesday night there apneared nn tha streets one of those peripatetic lunch wagons, if they may be called such that have a name but no local habitation. They are lunch counters on wheels that follow the tide of commerce as the old fashioned bath houses followed the tide of the sea. The name of this one was Mexican Chile-con- Carne." This name was puzzler to the crowd the sidewalk. Inside the wagon a light burnt brightly and the proprietor stood with lade in hand watching a soli- tary customer who was Ion to- the dish, eat voraciously.
 This is very good,' he muttered, 'but not hot enough"
 Its as hot as we can sell it." said the proprietor.
 Well, it ain't as hot as they make it
  dering another dish.
 You say that things hot?" queried q bystander. T would think it was cold from the name. What's con-carne any way?"
 That's neat said the proprietor, "and chile is a Mexican pepper. Try some?"
 Well, I believe I'll go you one. Fix me a saucer"
 rrK, this is a warm number" he exclaimed as the tears came in his eyes.
 Not near hot enough" grumbled the first conner. ''Why down in Mexico-'
 That's all right" interrupted the pro- prietor. I've aint down in Mexico Have a saucer, sir?" addressing a new conner.
 Believe I will" said the latter. A dish was prepared and handed him. He fell to work, and the example being contagious soon the wagon was lined with citizens eating Mexican Chile-con- -Carne and crying over it.
 Very good stuff" said the first conner as he finished his third saucer, and went off, 'if it was only hot"
 City journalism is somewhat tame com- pared to what fiourishes in the country. One reason perhaps is that in the city the editor is so busy getting out paper every day that he hasn't time to get into con troyerses. But in the country where there Is more time than anything else, there being about 36 hours in a day, the editor can in- dulge in controversies which occupy some of his time and are no longer dangerous since the duelling irons have been placed on the shelf.
 Two editors, both friends of the Age Herald, have been having one of these controversial battles, peacefully hurling words at each other, instead of the moro war-like brick-bat. One of them makes a final rejoinder to the other with an editor ial whose caption is How the Called Jade Winces." Instead of these wnces of the galled jade exciting his pity he proceeds fo nnlc 1nf li1,,f I,,lr. l.f Abo