The Ely miner., 1906-10-26


station and call on the captain to ar
rest the players. Be sure he arrests
Mcdowell"
Are you certain fines will be i'm
posed?" inquired Mr.. Jones, little
despondently. Baseball players have
been arrested before, aad the police
justice has discharged them."
Pat beamed with the aif Of man
who feels that his services. while
freely and cheerfully rendered, are
none the less essential.
Right there is where 1 break into
the game strong" he declared with a
sincere appreciation of his own value.
When these fellows are arrested
they will all be taken before Police
Justice Evans-Tommy Evane, you
know. Everything Tommy has had in
politics he owes to Pat Weldon-hon-
est Pat Weldon he always calls me.
All the boys suppose am trying to
steer you off from making trouble
'about Sunday games. Even Mcdowell
! doesn't appreciate that I'm laying for
khim."
Ezekiel P. Jones, reformer and rep
resentative of the Ministers associa-
tion, hastily wrote down the names
of the players and of Mcdowell, the
owner of the baseball club, and then
hurried to the nearest precinct sta
tion, where he made application for
the arrest of the offenders.
In the second half of the ninth in
ming the police marched across the
diamond under fire of jeers from
grandstand and bleachers, and noti-
fed Mcdowell and the team that they
were under arrest The players,
headed by Mcdowell, wrathfully de-
nouncing the police, the Ministers as
sociation, and the world in general,
were led to the precinct station. There
they were paroled to appear before
Police Justice Evans next morning.
The next morning Mr.. Jones
reached the police court building be-
fore court opened AS he strobe up
the corridors leading to the court
room he met Pat Weldon. The broad
countenance of the new ally of the
Ministers association beamed a well
come. He seized Mr.. Jones by the
buttonhole, and, despite his wavering
indecision, led him to corner of the
corridor.
Il saw the Judge yesterday" said
Pat in confidential tones, "and told
him Mcdowell was knitting him in the
Ninth. Of course Tommy was wild
| in minute.
Then I looks up Mcdowell
Mac l says to him, you know
| Tommy Evans, and how he hates to
| have anyone delaying police court by
calling for jury trial. Now I've had
talk with him, and when the cases
| are called tomorrow, plead guilty and
| throw yourself upon the mercy of the
court. Tommy will see that you are
treated as you ought to be- And Mac
said he would"
Pat and Mr.. Jones entered the,
court room just as Police Justice
Thomas Evans, a short, fat little man
who loved the sound of his own voice,
read the charge.
| Mcdowell had short conference
/ with his attorney. Then the lawyer,
with an easy air of confidence, en-
tered a plea of guilty for all con-
cerned, and asked for the mercy of
the court. Mcdowell glanced at JUS
tice Evans. A half-smile was on the
baseball magnate's face. He seemed
almost impatient as he waited in full
confidence for the expected discharge
of himself and the baseball team.
But Justice Tommy Evans had a
look of the sternest severity. He
pounded the desk in front of him with
plump hand and half rose from his
seat.
According to the pleas of the pris-
oners themselves" thundered the lit
tie justice, they have been guilty of
a most fragrant and open violation of
the penal code. The duty of the court
is plain under such circumstances.
The sentence of the court is that Nc
! Dowell, the owner of the club, pay
fine of $100, and that each player pay
fine of $40. And let me tell you,
Mac" continued the Judge, dropping
into more conversational tone, "that
the next time you are up on this
charge it will be no fine, but six
months straight that will be coming
to you"
CONSERVATION filled the heart of
every player at the words of the little
judge. But the bitterest cup of woe
was that which fell to the lot of Nc
Dowell. The etiquette of the baseball
world required that he should pay the
fines of the players as well as his
own, and this would eat up a goodIy
portion of the profits of the baseball
season.
In the corridor Pat Weldon, smile
of triumph on his face, turned to the
clergyman.
did we beat them?" he inquired
gleefully. did we teach them to
obey the laws and keep out of poll
tics?"
"And here's one more thing I want
ed to speak to you about" continued
Pat, sinking his voice to a business
like political whisper. I've tried to
do the right thing by you, but Of
course in doing it I've queered myself
with lot of people who favor Sunday
games. Now it seems to me that the
fair thing for you to do would be to