The Carlisle independent., 1906-10-25

room he met Pat Weldon. The broad countenance of the new ally of the Ministers association beamed a well come. He seized Mir Jones by the buttonhole, and. despite his wavering indecision, led him to a corner of the corridor.
 T saw the judge yesterday" said Pat in confidential tones, "and told him Mcdowell was knifing him in the Ninth. Of course Tommy was wild in minute.
 Then I looks up McDowell.
 Mac I 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 a talk with him, and when the cases are called tomorrow, plead guilty and throw yourself upon the mercy of the court. Tommy win see that you are treated as you ought to be- And Mac said he would
 And Mir. Jones received friendly but staggering poke in the ribs from the stubby forefinger of the Ninth ward leader.
 But the representative of the Min. isters association was shocked.
 "Oh, this will never do, MT. Well don!" he protested, almost in despair of making Pat understand his atti- tude.
 Pat and MT. Jones entered the court room just as Police Justice Thomas Evans, a short, fat little man who loved the sound of hls own voice. read the charge.
 Mcdowell lad a short conference with his attorney. Then the lawyer, with an easy air of confidence, en- tered 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 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 bis seat.
 According to the pleas of the pris- oners themselves" thundered the lit tie justice, they have been guilty of 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 Mo Dowell, the owner of the club, pay fine of $100, and that each player pay fine of $2O. And let me tell you, Mac" continued the judge, dropping into a 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.
 Consternation 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 mp goodly 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 poi- tics?"
 And here's one more thing I want ed to speak to you about" continued Pat sinking his voice to 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 get your friends to back me up at the primaries. Tell them that Pat Vel don is good fellow and your friend. If you could get the Ministers asso- citation to pass resolutions sort of in- dorsing me it would be good thing"
 Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles)