The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-12-07
That, at Least, is What Mande-
 vile Says
HE OUGHT TO KNOW
Man from Mississippi Tries to Make Birmingham Dry" Town in Six Hours-Loses Loose Change
 In the Attempt.

| City, Yazoo county Mississippi.
 He let this out soon as he got off the train at the Union Passenger station Monday night at o'clock. He stuck to 1t as he leaned against an electrlct light pole at Morris avenue and Twentieth street
 The first man Mir. Vaudeville met there he took into his confidence. He was pre- pared. he freely admitted, to make Bir- mingham dry town. and he'd make 1t dry before the court house clock struck 12 or, by the great Horn and Spoon, he would know the reason why.
 If his newly made acquaintance would dine with him, they would have the best that money could buy, (Mr. Vaudeville here drew out of his pocket satisfactory credentials) and after dinner they would see the town together
 The newly made friend would be pleased to accept the invitation, and more pleased. if possible, to do anything and everything in his power to make MT Vaudeville remember his first visit in Birmingham.
 Suppose they start the ball rolling with a juicy cocktail? Yes? All right. This way, please. And MT. Sylvester Ward Vaudeville of Yazoo City, Yazoo county Mississippi, went up the street arm in arm with his newly made acquaintance Drunk and dirorderly" said the police man to the clerk in the jail warden's of flee at Il o'clock Monday night. Found him up in an alley between First and Second avenues. Three men were with him, and he was yelling to beat the band. l went to him as soon as I could but the fellows with him got away. He's a come on all right, and the 'grafters' had him in tow. Think I know who they are"
 "All right, officer" said the warden Better search him and see if he has any valuables on him. Looks like a pretty de- cent sort of fellow. I reckon he thinks he's had a high old time"
 The officer searched the prisoner found a long, fat sealed envelope in his inside vest pocket, handed 1t over to the war den and led the poor fellow off to jail.
 The "cage" was crowded in the city police court yesterday morning. Ring sters and ruffians were plentiful there. McElrath, the clerk, haC never seen a motlier bunch in all the time he had sat | at the desk
 It isn't often that McElrath looks through the bars of the cage and scruti- nizes the prisoners. Yesterday morning
 
 the reason why.
 In few moments he came back to the desk and stepped up beside Judge Feagin.
 Judge" said he excitedly, "a man in the cage has just Tagged me-"
 Flagged' you!'' said the judge. "Flagged you! What do you mean, l Mac? Lemme smell your breath No! mol no'' said McElrath quite dis l turbed and pointing to a fraternity em- l II .IA H.. IL l.. { has Tagged me, I tell you" 1 "Oh I see," said the judge.
 He says he's in trouble, great trouble, l judge" McElrath went on, and wants to talk to you just minute in your private office. I wish you would see him. i I'll stand for him. He shant fiim-flam you. I'll see to that"
 All right" said the judge. "Take him in there. I'll be with you in a minute. l"
 My name is Mandevile,' said the prisoner, when the judge entered the private chambers"
 That wasn't his name. It wasn't the name he gave when he got off the car Monday night. It wasn't the name he stuck to at Morris avenue and Twentieth street. But a gentleman of Mississippi who arrives in Birmingham with more money than sense, by any name other than his own, will serve the purposes of this story.
 It didn't take Vaudeville long to tell what was on his mind. Brie-iy, he had arrived in Birmingham Monday night from his home in Mississippi.
 The town wasn't Yazoo City, by the way and the county wasn't the good county of Yazoo, but he lives in "ole Miss sip" where his people lived for a hundred years before him.
 When he got to Birmingham he had nine hundred dollars in money and a draft for s1,9O0. The draft and five one hundred dollar bills he had put in his in side vest pocket. Four hundred dollars he had kept for loose change, in his trous- CTS
 He remembered. he said, meeting nice looking gentleman in front of a hotel. He invited the gentleman to dinner. Before dining they went into a saloon and had a drink After that he knew nothing till he woke up in the city jail yesterday morning.
 Judge Feagin was sorry--very sorry. He had knuown the young mans people, He said something like Your father was a fine man and your mother was a noble l woman" But he was afraid he could do nothing for the young man and he feared he must, as an officer of the law, fine him.
 ''It may be-" said the judge that the 1 jail warden found enough valuables on l you last night to pay the fine l suppose. | though, they plucked you to the skin. Mae go down and ask the warden if he ! has anything for MT. Mandeyftfe." While McElrath was away Judge Fea- gin lectured the young man on the temptations of human life
 NO man." said the judge, ''ls safe where whisky is. In good company the worst man is safe In bad company the | best man is unsafe"
 McElrath. coming back. cut the judge s | homily short.
 '"The warden says that this is MT Man. i devilles," said McElrath, handing over ! to the judge a long. fat sealed envel- ope.
 ! At sight of the envelope Vaudeville said 1 he was grateful to his Maker, and he 1 said 1t in an exclamatory sentence Of two words.
 Judge Feagin handed the young man the letter and requested him to open | it and identify it.
 Vaudeville did both.
 The envelope contained $500 and a draft for $500
 Your friends let you off pretty light last night" said Judge Feagin. "Ill do | likewise. $5 and costs"
 Vaudeville paid the fine. Then he shook hands with Judge Feagin and Clerk Me- | Elrath and bade each of them gooo bye.
 T don't know what I would have done" he said, pressing McElraths hand. '1f I hadn't seen that pin stucE there in your