Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-01-10

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couple o. years ago. and. as the explosion
was proved to be his own fault. Maggde
got nothin' out q the contractors She
was left with q house full @ young 'uns.
| course, she had forget a move on. Took In
washin'. but she was always grievfn' about
her man, and got to foolin with the bot
| tie on the quiet. She lost out that way,
| O. course. and she was brought up four
! months ago for negiectin' the kids. The
judge passed her on to me, stead o send
In her to the island and havin' her kids
| taken away from her by the Gerry outfit.
and managed to snag out charwoman's
| Job for her down town. She hasn't gone
against a drop Of the stuff since, the kids
with two O. the boys sellin' papers and
bringin' in what they make. She's eoin'
| to be one o the stayers. sure"
Just then department store delivery au-
| ing, and a lad of eighteen or twenty hoped
| from the rear Of It with an armful of
bundles.
Tough Case Reformed.
Hello, there. Butch" said the proba-
| ton officer to the young man. Horrible
thing to have to work. amt it's 1t gettn'
much on your nerves?''
law, stop y'r kiddin'.'' replied the youth,
good-naturedly.
baton officer.
Sure thing-yankin' down eight a week
now, was the reply. -
"Commencin' to dude up a whole lot
| hey?" said the probation officer. looking
over the young fellows neat delivery uni
4 form.
| Jaw. g'wan." said the youth. and went
| into the fat building.
THAT KID" said the probation officer.
was pretty, near the toughest ever till
| bout six months ago. I've got to scratch
| him off my book, by the way, for he's made
| good and done his probation. He belonged
| was swipin' lead and brass pipe out o. new
| and vacant houses. Say. I'd like to have
| a dollar for every ton o lead pipe and
| brass fttin's that that kid has pinched-
He never did a lick O. work. but blew in
| what he got on his swipin's to blow the
| gang off to mixed ale and play seven-up on
the vacant lots up his way. He was cor
rallied stealth pipe half year ago, and
| then he was turned over to me. l thrun a
scare into him. and you can see how he's
| maxim out. If he'd been sent to the island
| he'd have come out and begun dip work or
1 started In as porch climber or somethin
like that"
Next the probation officer went up to the
| third floor of one of the new model flats
| few squares south of Washington Square.
A pretty little woman. two neat-looking
| children and their old grandmother were In
the comfortable and scrupulously clean
| third-foor fat. They all looked delighted
| chucked the young ones under the chin.
| had quip with the beaming old grand
| mother and then addressed the pretty little
| mother of the children.
| well and how's Dinny making out?' he
| inquired Of her
We'll II he was any better I couldn't
stand IT, she replied. humorously I'm
| afraid the poor man Is not long for this
world, he's good
| There was little more talk and then the
probation officer came away.
The Case Of "Dinny."
Another albright case he explained
| when he reached the street. I'm kind o
stuck on meself for gettin' them two peo-
| pie, Dinny and his wife, together, let alcne
| riggin' out home for the kids anG the
| old lady. Dinny, who was drivin a draw
| then. got to hittin' up the booze good and
| plenty a few months ago. and never got
| home with more than 81 of his wages. One
night he went home with an edge on, and
| that pretty little woman, his wife. that you
| seen, let him have it good and hard. She
| was sore over the way he had been actin.
| as she had a right to be- with the kids
| almost starvin', and she ups and chucks
| everything she could lay her hands on at
| Dinny. He was sure sight when she got
| through with him. Then, on top o that, she
| has Dinny pinched for failin' to provide Tor
i her and the young 'uns. The magistrate
| advised Dinny to go home and be good ana
| turned him over to me. Dinny told the
| judge fatty that he'd rather do lifer In
Sing Sing go to the chair, even, than TO
go back to his wife-ugly, you see, because
She chucked the dishWare at him, as she
| had right to do. Well, when Dfnny makes
| that crack to the magistrate about refusin
| to go home and take care of his wife and
| kids, the Judge gets swelled and mad him
| self and he gives Dinny six months on the
island. When Dinny was led back l
| chased down and spun him line o talk
| went to the same parochial school with aim
| when we were tads. Told him that oe-
| havin' was heap better than six months
| trick over the river, and that the little Wn-
| man was willin' to begin all over again If
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talkin' through me hat, for l didn't know
4 whether she'd ever look at him again after
| the way he'd acted. Dinny sees 1t right,
| and then go up to the judge and passes AZ
| along to him that Dinny's next to himself
and is goin' to be good. The magistrate
gives Dinny q years probation with M.
! and now he's got job as motorman on the
Broadway line, and you see how easy the
games goin' with his outfit.
| few squares away, after stopping to
have word or SO with a number of his
Class members that he met on his route,
| the probation officer dropped into the base
ment Of clean-looking negro tenement.
| The master of the basement fiat. burly.
| grinning negro, was just washing up after
| his days labor as driver of coal cart.
Something of a savory smell was frying
| in the pan for his supper. and his wife. her
black face beaming, presided over tho
stove.
| well. how're they comm Jack?'' said
| the probation officer to the negro, who was
| grinning all over his face.
|
| liuh." was the black mans reply.
"Shootin' much craps nowadays. Jack?"
| inquired the probation officer.
"Shootin' nothn'-Ahm shootfn intuh
| bed evuhy night wen All gifts through VIII
NAH wuk," replied the black man. chuck
| ling.
'fNothin' dom in the gin line. hey?" said
the probation officer
"G'way, man-Ah amt bothered bout no
gin.' was the grinning answer.
AN that amt no lie, eithuh, put in his
wife with a happy look. "Ah sho'ly don't
unduhstan' how come Jack tub behave lax
he's been a-doin'-Ah sholy don't"
Used to Beat His Wife.
Maybe that one wasn't bad dinge" re-
marked the probation officer when he came
away from the basement fiat. Say. that
coon used never to think he was havin' any
fun out O. life unless he was poundin' his
wife. I'll bet she went around this neigh
borhood with her head wrapped up in
bandages for three or four straight years.
When he hadn't any other excuse to bang
her around. he'd just pound her up for
luck But she wouldn't stand for having
him pinched and never made any complaint
against him. He got landed few months