The San Francisco call., 1904-04-21

all who would hearken to him how he
had been taken in and done for by
two married ladies of Morse ancestry
He applied to Judge Fritz for Eek
tortion papers," and was referred to
the warrant clerk, who told him to be-
gone and get sober. He applied to one
of the janitors for writ of certiorari
against the warrant clerk, and finally
departed for the City Hall to obtain
writ of habeas corpus against the
janitor Never were the laws classic
terms and vexatious processes more
hopelessly muddled than in the disor-
dered mind of Ole.
From the fragmentary narrative
dropped by Mr.. Hansen in his quest of
, justice it appeared that his last re-
/ mittance from the land of the fjords
amounted to the neat sum of $2343, and
that as long as the money lasted he
was nicely treated by the two matrons,
between whom his time was about
equally divided. In their desire to make.
life pleasant for him they neglected
their respective families, and from one
to the other he was tossed as battle
dore and shuttlecock is played by ex-
perts. With his inevitable insolvency,
| however, came lapsing of their in
terest in him, and only yesterday
morning both Of them refused to sup
ply him with the price of a steam
beer. Thereupon he yearned for venge-
ance.
In explanation of his demand for
"extortion papers" MIR. Hansen stated
that one of his charmers had tearfully
asked for and had instantly been given
by him the sum of $780, which, she al
legged, was to be spent in defraying the
expense attendant upon the funeral of
her maternal relative, who had passed
from earth the previous evening in
Oakland. 1t subsequently developed
that the death of the mother occurred
in Norway about a dozen years ago.
Mr.. Hansen said he is a nephew of
Christian Christianson, former Nor
wegian Consul at this port.
Six months in the County Jail was
the sentence imposed by Judge Mogan
upon Thomas Horgan, plumber, of 107
Dore street, who for fourteen years
had not contributed a dollar to the
support of his family, but allowed his
frail little wife to battle the wolf for
herself and three children. The wo-
man did not give publicity to her hus-
bands behavior until he had kept her
confined in a cold cellar for three
hours, and then she had him arrested
for cruelty and failure to provide.
i want him sent to JAIL she said
to the Judge, for he will not support
the children and me as long as 1 am
able to work.
He got the limit.
When the band in Golden Gate Park
last Sunday had concluded playing the
great "Tannhauser Overture" and the
Wagnerites were wildly applauding,
there suddenly appeared among the
gratified musicians one Michael John
Mccarthy. drunk and disorderly. He
accused the instrumentalists of being
''scabs," he pointed derisiveN at the
chauffeurs in the multitude and de-
clared they were "scabs," and finally
he informed the policemen who ar
rested him that they were "scab cops."
The adjectives employed by Mr. Nc
Carthy to emphasize his denunciation
of scabbery were of kind that caused
a hasty closing of feminine ears and
doubling up of masculine fists.
What did you do it for? INQUIRED
Judge Mogan, before whom Mr.. Nc
Carthy was arraigned for disturbing
the peace.
Il went there with peaceable inten-
tions," was the answer, "and was
peaceable until some one struck me-"
AT what music shrine are you a
worshiper-the Italian or the Ger
MANI"
Neither. I am an Irishman."
We'll, l might find some excuse for
your conduct if you were welded to any
particular school of harmony" said
the court, for / know what music
madness means. AS it is, l must de-
fer sentence till tomorrow. although
can now assure you that it will not
be tempered with mercy You are a.
hoodlum, and old enough to know
better"
Violet Wood, %, and rather pretty.
saucily informed Judge Mogan that
she preferred the primrose paths of,
the Barbary Coast to the monotony of
living at home with poor but honest
parents. Neither necessity of earning
livelihood nor Ill treatment by her
father or mother had driven her to
the slums, Violet said, nor had she
been deceived in a love affair. Home
life was too quiet for her-that was
all.
The Judge eyed the girl curiously
as she told why and then he sighed
and shook his head despairingly.
ITO send you to jail for vaerancv
would he no p,II1ishnept ba eo;5
for your perverted mind cannot ap-
preciate the degradation to which you
have voluntarily descended. Some
day you may realize how foolishly
you have ordered your life, and then
reformation will be much more diff
cult than it would be now. 1 shall
sentence you Tomorrow
Violet tossed her head def1antly and