Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-05-14

The black belt in the Second ward
was numerously represented in police
court yesterday morning. There were
between fifty and sixty cases growing
out Of Saturday nights raid in BOP
Clark's Market square resort Some Of
the prisoners who spent two nights
sleeping four-to-the-cell in the lookup,
had ample time to prepare their de-
tense. When they took the stand be-
fore Mayor Sweeney, their tales of woe
awaited them naught, and they only
succeeded in getting Bob Clark into
deeper trouble. They testified-some
Df them-that they did not enter the
place to play pokah," but were after
-'nickle shooters" For the benefit of
the uninitiated, it may be explained
that "nickle shooter" is a drink Of
whisky which is dear at the price. The
evidence showed that Bob removed a
section of his bar to an upper story of
the building, for which violation of the
city ordinances he was assessed $40 and
costs, in addition to the fine imposed
dor conducting gambling resort.
The loiterers were fined five and
costs. Just twenty-five of ,Aem had not
the wherewith in their jeans, and re-
auctantly accepted the alternative of a
brief sojourn in the castle on Wheeling
hill. The suggestion that the prison be
securely guarded during their incar-
ceration, is very apropos. 1t is ten to
one shot that there will be workhouse
delivery within few weeks, as there
are about enough prisoners there to
carry the old shack away.
When the police invaded the dusky
den of the frisky gamblers between Sat-
urday and Sunday, they bit off just
about as large a chunk as they could
conveniently chew. The ebony-hued
devotees of the pasteboards, and mani
pulators of the seductive dice were as
sembled in two large rooms When the
blue coats appeared they scampered
like SO many rats, hurriedly surveying
the situation with view to finding a
method of escape.
One fellow got up in the rafters. He
was net seen, but noise was heard
Il don't know whether there's any,
body up there or not" said one of the
officers, but I'm going to shoot that
ceiling full of holes"
Hole on boss, I'm a-comin down."
came from the rafters, and a black
form orawled down, covered with dirt
The strength Of numpers appeared to
impress itself upon the darkeys, and
there was a disposition to resist and
deIy the coppers. There was lot Of
threatening talk, but the officers -four
1shed 'billys" and revolvers in such .
reckless fashion that the huskp sss<zsaE
became SO tame that they would eat
off your hand. One fellow who walked
up and down remarking that he'd bet
two dollahs" they wouldn't take him
to the lookup, was promptly squelched.
One man raised a window and was
about to make foolhardy jump to the
sidewalk. Pot Speidel was down
there.
Come on he said, showing his Cat
ding gun, land if the drop don't xiii
you, III do the rest"
That was the cue for the African to
duck.
While loading the patrol wagon, the
artillery of the police force was very
much in evidence. The crowd surged
around the sides. and some of the pris-
oners started to crawl over. Detective
Mcdonald was on one side Murray
has been a steamboat mate, and picked
UP hint or two about driving men.
He ordered the crowd back. leveling his
six-shooter along The side of the patrol
wagon
Back, back boys he said some Of
you may be in the range of this gun