The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-02-02

full cadence as he uttered that last
word. I'VE went to No. 255 Wash
ington street, near Concord. We had
couple Of drinks there.
But the gay party-the festivities? ?"
inquired the sergeant.
There was a world of reproach in
the gaze that Sniffen turned on the
man in blue. He did not answer tlAa
question. Instead, he shivered some
more and went on:
Il don't remember any more until
/ awoke this morning. 1 was cold"
and he shook all over at the recollec-
ton. Il wasn't alone. There was a
woman in the room. She didn't look
much like the one I'd met last night.
There were two men there two-a lit
tie one and a big one. They were
drunk. / looked for my clothes. The
little man had them on, that is, all
but my shirt and these" -whereat he
gaZed lingeringly at the pink and
white striped socks.
II jumped out of bed and demanded
my clothes. The big man said I'd bet
ter get out Of there or he'd throw me
through the window. I sized him up.
Then hurried into the hail."
Wearing only your" and the
sergeant hesitated.
yes, only that. WE'LL the big man
threw these things out to me-" He
nodded at the greenish-brown trous-
ers and the alpaca coat. so | came
here"
The sergeant put Sniffen in the back
room where prying eyes might not see
him. Then he sent Detectives MahOn
and Marion to the house where the
festivities had been held.
Il can't stay like this, sergeant"
moaned Snifien. Send TO my house
for some clothes, won't your" The
sergeant was willing and a policeman
was dispatched with a message to
Sniffen's mother.
Say" cried Mccarthy, as the po-
liceman was going out, you just ex-
plain that he fell into the river and got
wet. That's ALL Understand"
The policeman nodded and departed,
while Sniffen beamed gratitude upon
the willy Mccarthy. The detectives re-
turned before the man with the cloth
ing. They had three prisoners, James
r. Lawrence and his wife, Kate, of No.
255 Washington street, and John Coax
ley, of No. 70 Atlantic avenue.
When Sniffen saw Lawrence he for
got to Shiver, he was so hot with
wrath.
Look" he cried. Hes got 'em on.
My clothes-even my shirt, with the
gold studs in it," He made dash for
Lawrence, as if to tear the garments
from him. A policeman restrained the
indignant Sniffen.
The Lawrence pair had reached the
weeping state of drunkenness and the
spirit of loving self-sacrifice filed
them. Lawrence begged that his Katie
be not blamed, for he had done it ALL
She wouldn't let him be a martyr. She
insisted that he was innocent as a
babe; she, she alone, was to blame.
The Unfeeling sergeant promptly &C
cepted a charge against each of them
and another against Coakley, who was
the big man.
Nov, get into that room there and
change clothes" was McCarthy's COM
mand. Lawrence demurred. He didn't
demur long. Two big policemen drag
ged him into the back room, slammed
him into a chair and disrobed him vio-
lently. Sniffen view the clothing with
disgust.
He's had it on all the morning" said
he. Il don't know as I car to wear it
now" But finally he donned the gar
ments, while Lawrence put on the
greenish brown, frayed trousers that he
had hoped he had lost forever. The
sergeant gave shirt to him, and all
hands were about to start for court
when the policeman who had been sent
to Sniffens home returned. He carried
a big bundle.
Hold on, sergeant" said Sniffen,
joyfully. I'll wear these"
He opened the bundle. Then he
stared; then he groaned. His mother,
in her haste probably had packed up
the first garments that came to hand.