The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-01-17

lueiehb1rhood. and I woudsrea that nso not thought of the plan befcre. l I ziszagged across town to Seventh ana Greenwich Avenues and turned down the latter. As I passed the end CT Ferry Street. in which [ lived, I encountereu nv friend. oficer pooney, standing maJesticaliy on the outpost Of his comm ions. a Officer Dooney. assented and went on down the avenue ta Jefferson market and turned unto Christopher Street. had thought or i the canyon called Gay Street. knew that Gay Street. felt that if there Is one place better than another for mak- | ing an orphan of your umbrella 1t Is Gay Street. | knew how lonely and deserted ! Gay Street is at that hour Of the night how the battered shutters are closed and the oid-fashioned doors barred. with ex- press wagons fIiing the roadway, their upturnsd shafts bristling like field Of hop poles. knew that the big Jefferson market clock Is the only thing which i keeps its eye on Gay Street in the night. But especially I knew that Gay Street does not take in her ash cans at night. would rear my umbrella in Gay Street ! ash can and leave 1t among the hop poles. h turned down the streets tortuous course. | can I jabbed the sharp end of the unn- breila foot into the soft ashes and step | ped back to admire my work. At last was rid of the thing. Now could laugh again. Once more could-1 felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and looked up at a tall. long-haired man. who came out of the shadow of some front steps 'Dake dot ting away. you pauber," he said 'If you doan got no can off your | A~lrs f.< ha a Dake 1t away, or I hollers for der police | like I vas grazy!'
 | I took 1t and once more moved weari- ly on Around the corner in Waverly Place I went close to the edge of the side l walk and dropped the umbrella in the gutter and walked away quickly. Peck it up," said policeman. starting out of | a passage doorway. Peck it up and move on wid .ye. Do you t'ink the street sweepers have nothing at all to do?" It seemed best to follow his advice I I walked on and turned into Grove | Street. It seemed deserted, but I knew 1t wasn't. It was not the inexperienced | thing had been earlier in the evening. turned down Hudson Street and went | through Barrow toward the river At Washington there was a pile of bricks. stopped in the shadow, united the cord which held the ribs of the umbrella and
 
 cavern. It would have held more. pick ed up a piece of wrapping paper and of the umbrella made fairly neat, oblong package
 turned into West Street It was abiaze with lights. and it's single terrestrial side was crowded with all sorts of people. But needed them not, and crossed and stole along close to the piers and ferry slips. I came to a pier which suited dar rr II q There was a pile of lumber at the outer | end. and no living thing in sight. The moon looked hazy, and Liberty's light shone far away The cool breeze from the river touched my glowing face. tip | toed to the string-piece and cast my bur den from me. It went down into the black waters with a dull splash.
 "Halt!" cried a man. coming from be- hind the lumber. saw he was a watch man and stood helpless. He whistled shrilly and an officer and dozen men came running down the pier Arrest this man ,Mahoney," said the l watchman. He thtowed q babby into the river. I heered 1t cry." "I was a-watching of ths felly sneak ing along meself," said the officer, talk | ing hold of my arm as If he were Ad- miral Farrsut in the rigging and I was the rigging. He started away with me and soon crowd of fifty people was at I our heels.
 Do you need to walk quite 50 fast?" I asked.
 Dom you, it's fer yer own good" said ed?" He marched me to the Charles Street police station.
 1 Whats the charge, oficer?" said the 1 man at the desk.
 "Murther. Sergeant" answered Maho-
 ney He t'rowed a che-ild into the Nort River"
 See here, sergeant said, this is absurd. I threw an umbrella into the river-that was all.''
 Well have to hold you. Explain to the judge in the morning." He picked up a pen. 'Infanticide-name?''-a
 "Where's Officer Dooney? He knows me-" cried.
 'Call Dooney," said the sergeant. Officer Dooney came fin from the next | nd at