The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-10-01
Mr.. POLLOCK AND THE BABY,
DIDN'T BELONG TO HIM, THOUGH
THEY WE'RE TOGETHER.

'Twasn't His Baby. You See, and 10 He
Gave II to Cop-His Explanation In
Court Was Vague, and Net 70 Com.
pare With tho One He Gave Hls WIFE.
Robert Pollock OF 2s7 Chauncey street.
Brooklyn, woke on Bergen street car
with a strange baby in his arms. Pollock
has two babies of his own. He loves his
own babies. He told everybody 80 who
talked with him yesterday. He also has
the proper conventional affection for babies
in general which charaoterizes every true
Brooklynite.
But this waking up on trolley oar, with
the cold, gray light Of before sunrise in
his clouded eyes and a strange and thor
oughly unappreciative baby In his arms
comforting Mr.. Pollock became sud-
denly conscious that he was q respectable
married man with two babies Of his own
at home.
Mr.. Pollock asked the conductor.
Il don't know whore you got the kid"
said the conductor. with 4 most unsym-
pathetic grunt. you had it when you
got on"
Mr.. Pollock, with great dignity, desired
the conductor to stop the car. He laid the
baby on the seat and got Of. The con-
ductor, with apparent haste. picked up
the baby and handed it to Mr.. Pollock,
who stood beside the track looking a.
though he wondered where he'd better 20
next.
Mr.. Pollock looked at the baby as the car
went on its way. His glance did not be-
token that he loved 1t, but that he felt tho
presence Of some ruling fate stronger than
his own to which he must needs be resigned.
He saw man opening a drug store At
Fulton street and Patchen avenue. Mr..
Pollock entered the drug store with the
baby, which he laid very tenderly on the
druggists largest pair OF scales.
"Telephone'" said he to the druggist.
He spoke as becomes one who is on an im-
portant errand of philanthropy.
The druggist jerked his thumb in the
what you doing with that baby?" asked
the druggist.
Mr. Pollock waved the inquiry aside.
That's what I'm telephoning bout,
said he. Very important
He took up the telephone. The druggist
took up the baby. who seemed resigned:
NtINThl SNOuCSu FOHOCk, uun-
me Baby Headquarters /! Yes Baby
Neutrality-suspicious. what I said I!
Well, you would understand II you were in
my place. Well, all right Yes, maybe
l am bughouse. But I've got baby here
that somebody passed on me last night,
and it isn't good-it's counterfeit
NO. it isn't my baby. Mine have got
Long pause. well9 what? which? Who's
this? Police Headquarters, hey? Come
on up here and get this baby. Where7
Why, drug store. Fulton street and Pat
chen avenue Wait? Why sure I'll wait.
I'm married man. don't want this
baby"
Ten minutes later Policeman Perry of
the drug store. He wanted to know IL
there was drunken man there with a
baby. The prophet or led him to the show
window where Mr.. Pollock was irving TO
get the baby interested in the big red vase.
The policeman took the baby in his capa-
cious arms and told Mr.. Pollock to come
along" He took them to the Ralph
the city nurse. Mr.. Pollock was put in
charge Of the doorman.
When Mr. Pollock was taken to tho Gates
avenue court In the morning there was q
weeping and dishevelled woman waiting
for him.
W nereS my DdDy! Sne 0eYn0n de0
She wasn't pleasant in her tone.
Police got it," said Mr.. Pollock. go
way, Don't bother me. Ask police where
your baby is"
Magistrate Higginbotham called them
both before him. He listened to what the
policemen told him.
"You both married7' he asked. They
both nodded foolishly.
Met one another last night? YES. Had
drinks together? Yes. Went of and lost
one another? Yes. Well, get out Of here,
both Of you"
Mrs. Shuttleworth, AZ the woman de-
scribed herself, went of to find the city
nurse She found the Charities Depart
ment first and came back to report with
great wrath that the Charities Department
was not the city nurse. She didn't come
back again, and the police think she must
have found the nurse,
But Mr.. Pollock is still going around
with a thoughtful air. He still starts up
out Of these reveries as though he saw
something queer in his lap.
There is one feature Of his lone recollec-
toDs that he declines to dwell upon. Out
of his murmurings. however. his boon
companions have gathered that Mr.. Pollock
found somebody in his own home who was
far and away Magistrate Higginbotham
superior at e1iciting from what the lawyers
call IAN adverse witness" the truth, the