Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-08-04

tleman, also covering the pavement at a
very swift canter. indeed, in whose right
hand cleaned the large shiny blade of an
/ etfective-looking razor. The young gentle
man of color with the freckles and sum
kissed kinky locks was hatless and shoe
less. He had made the sprint from Tth
avenue in his stocking feet. He looked
real worried about something. and his eyes
stuck out Of his head and there was a
queer slatey-gray pallor on his dingy.
freckle-studded cOuntenance, as he jumped
in front Of the desk and yelled at the SER
geant
Hes got de blade in he handr'
The reckless young colored person with
the blade In his hand. whose nerve, slim
ulated by his ire. had caused him to in
dscreetly pursue his enemy right up to the
door of the station house. gathered in
by the doorman and his weapon confiscated
after short scuffie, in which the young
man of color was at a disadvantage, being
winded
Both We're held up in front of the des
two large, weighty cops at the side of each
"Ah dun tot dat mud-faced coon tub
stay way fun nah house!' said the young
man of color who had been deprived of his
razor excitedly to the sergeant.
'Ah aX'dently got intuh de wrong place"
sullenly replied the colored youth with the
Zaza wool, gazing gloomly at his bright
red polka-dotted socks.
We'll, it does look that way" noncha-
lantly remarked the desk sergeant After
registering their names and addresses,
Take EN- both back the sergeant said.
Two of Kind.
Only a quarter of an hour later another
cop brought in two well-dressed, middle
aged men. They looked as if they
had been fondled by a swiftly moving
Broadway car. Their countenances were
covered with gashes and bruises, and their
shirt fronts were a sight. These two men
weren't stood up in front of the desk, be-
cause the cop who had them in charge tip
Il,
sons of some Importance by means of
wink. They were removed to rear room,
where they washed up, and shortly after
ward they left the station and jumped into
a cab. 1t came out later that one of these
men was a New York state senator and
the other a. well-known New York lawyer.
After having dined somewhat indscreetly
they had wandered into an ornately deco
rated dive, where one of the walters had
endeavored to flim-fiam the state senator
out of the change for Il $40 bill, and when
the state senator and his companion pro-
tested all the walters in the place jumped
them, assisted by the proprietor him.
self. and after being pummeled a-plenty
they were hurled into the street, all of their
poSt-prandial complaisance gone and their
faces virtually unrecognizable. On the fol-
lowing day, by the way, these two men
entered complaint against the dive pro-
prietor and warrant was issued for the
mans arrest but he evidently heard of the
little matter in hand through the under
ground" and he left town
This excitement had barely subsidized when
a pair of precinct detectives brought in
couple of shrewd-eyed, flashily dressed
young men.
'These are those two con wire 1appers
that drilled the souare-head for his $500
wad," said one of the precinct sleuths to
the sergeant. Translated. this meant that
the two prisoners had induced a confiding
German saloon Keeper to separate himself
from $500 in real money by convincing him
that they had means at their disposal
whereby they could tap the telegraph wires
and ascertain the results o. the races quite
little time in advance of the pool rooms.
geant looking UP from his big botter
calmly. Same old gag, Ell. Rosey?" ad-
dressing one of the prisoners, who smiled
quite Winningly.
'Nothin' doin'," replied the youth adj
dressed by the sergeant as Rosey. THE
dob's made a ki-yi. but he can't prove moth
in, see? He hooked UP with to git the
best of it, didn't he, ard where's his roll?
Well. it amt on neither of us, is it? Moth
in doin.
This bright pair had scarcely been in
when a black-haired Amazon with flaming
cheeks and flashing eyes swished in.
Reasonable Request.
Il haye just seen my husband on the
street for the first time in two months"
she said In raucous tones to the sergeant
who didn't look a bit worried however.
He ran when he saw me, or 1 should have
thrashed him within inch OF his life
He went down 9th avenue | want him ar
rested at once for non-support, and sent to
prison, and kept there, the mean stiugy
no-account thing!'
The sergeant yawned GENEROUSLY behind
his hand and studied his finger nails with
great elaboration.
Go down t Jeff'son market in morning"
ne said. depressing another terrific yawn
we can't pinch man fr non-s'port ON