The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-07-06
On the Night Before the Fourth He
Enabled Several TRUSTEES to Ac-
quire Howling Jags.
THE SHERIFF EN- DIsHABILE
THROUGH SLEEPY EYES HE LOOKED
UPON SCENE OF REvELRY.
Hunter Was Sent His Way and
the TRUSTEES to the Dungeon-Fe.
male Prisoners Entertained.

Wine, whisky and beer flowed freely in
the Marion county Jail late Friday night,
and the incoming of the Fourth of July
was made memorable occasion to many of
the inmates, as we'll as to William Hunter,
the night jailer. who is looking for a new
position on account of the revelry.
The night jailer at the county prison had
full charge of the institution during the
long hours of darkness. and it is said being
of sociable disposition, he often longed
for company. AS the hour hand of the jail-
room clock on Friday night pointed to the
figure II on the shining dial, the taller
donned lis hat and coat and, leaving the
building in charge of several TRUSTEES. dis
appeared into the darkness without A few
moments passed, and he returned with a
bushel basket full of bottles containing
wines and beers of various brands, and
there were also several bottles of rye"
thrown into the basket with the other bev-
-erages.
After the return of the jailer all was quiet
around the building. The faithful TRUSTEES
and their keeper ascended the stairway to
the third floor, carrying their fireworks"
with them. Once in a while noise re-
sembling the pop of toy pistol could be
heard by the other prisoners, who were
lying in their cells, wishing that they were
on the outside, where they could enjoy a.
little celebration of their own. The town
clock struck one, and still the popping
noises were heard, and the frequent peals
of laughter from the floor above informed
the dissatisfied prisoners that something
was doing around the jail. The hour of 2
o'clock was announced by the bell in the
courthouse tower, and by that time the
merriment of the third-food delegation was
unbounded.
CAME DOWN STAIRS.
With the laughing announcement that
'the Fourth has come the TRUSTEES headed
by the night jailer rolled down the iron
stairway to the floor where federal prison.
ers are held They rushed like maniacs
through the corridors. twitted the men be-
hind the bars on their captivity and romped
and rolled over each other on the hard
stone floors of the Jail. For an hour they
continued their antics until all but the
jailer and one lone trusty. worn out and
tired by the night of dissipation fell into a
state of stupor and slumbered on the hard
stone floor with as much peacefulness as
If they were lying in comfortable feather
beds.
The jailer and his aid-de-camp. the
stanch and hearty trusty had early in the
game hidden several of the precious bottles
away for future use. They longed for the
sweet voices of females and wanted to look
| into kindly eyes over glass of the liquid
that makes the blood run warm. and re-
membering that a few women were in Gus
| tody on the ladies side, unlocked the
door with the jailer's key and with their
several bottles entered on tiptoe. Two of
the best looking females in the institution
| were awakened from their slumbers to find
cold bottle staring them in the face The
| fact that they had not had an introduction
| to the silent intruders made difference
| to the females ard they were soon as mer-
| ry as the jailer and his friend, the trusty
| Things seemed In the favor of the two men
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