The San Francisco call., 1906-04-17

deed. the affrighted Mr.. Sims was dodg-
ing behind a street car while both Mr..
Thomas and Mr.. Ripley, on the other
side of the vehicle, were endeavoring
to cover him with the muzzles of large
and fully loaded revolvers.
EFF yo' jes' let speak eh wud. Jedge," )"
Mr. Thomas said. "Ahll 'splain how
wese justified in gettin' de drap on dis
yah man Sims. He kims up teh nah
fren' heah, Mis- Ripley, en- sez he's eh
gwine teh git three dollahs he owes
him or dah's gwine teh be hull lot OBJ
trubble. KNOWN he's a bad niggah-
yo jes' ask de 'Sembly Club To- his
reckahd eff yo' doan' belieb me-we
goes en- gifts ouhsefs fixed TO him. en-
wen he kims back fo' trubble wese
ready teh glib him lots OBJ 1t.
We'll. sab, he kims snoopin' ehlong.
en- All sez to Ed. LUX out fo' dat knife
dat he yanks out OBJ his hip pocket en-
slashes wifi wen he gifts in eh fight.
Oh, he's a bad niggah, dat Mis- Sims
am. Jedge, If yo' wants his reckahd
! yo' jes-''
Never mind his record-what did
you do when he -snooped along?"
''Wat'd Ah do? All pulls nah gat, OBJ
cohse, en- gifts ready fo' ackshun. Ah
amt a-lukkin' fo' yo'.' he sez teh me,
en- All sez back, All sez, But yo've got
me, en- yo've got me right Den he re-
treats, en- me en- EQ we 1OllanS MIN, en-
de p'liceman pinches US.
But, Jedge, low me teh 'fohm yo'
dat dis yah Mis- Sims am bad niggah.
Wen he's mad he .cahves. en- wen he
calves he kills. Yo' jes' ask him If he
hasn't chopped up two niggahs wat he
had trubble wifi. Yo' jes' ask him, now.
Gwan, ask him."
But instead of complying with the
request his Honor pronounced Mr..
/ mi i - L.
ing of Mr.. Ripley's defense.
He's a saloon chair warmer. a free
lunch fiend and a free-booze bum," was
Patrolman Cooks expressed estimate
of Frank Torp's character.
Are you sure" Mr.. Torp inquired
with fine irony, that you haven't for
gotten to mention something else OF a
| complimentary kind?'
Don't you think he has fiattered you
sufficiently" Judge Cabaniss asked Mr..
Torp.
"Oh. I'm satisfied" was the reply,
''but I'd hate to have him think he had
overlooked anything"
| Then, to prove that he was a person
of some pecuniary means, Mr.. Torp pre-
sented for the courts inspection a
Third-street saloon business card on
which was penciled an acknowledge
ment that he had paid an account of
$3.50, and on the other side of the doc
umentary evidence this verse was
printed:
LET HER GO.
Here's my last silver dollar,
Left grating alone;
| All its brilliant companions
Are sQuandered and gone
No coin ever issued
More useful. It's true:
They have all gone for whisky,
So let this go, too.
It was the pencilled receipt. and not the
sentiment conveyed in the verse, that wor
Mr.. Torp dismissal with a warning.
Between the Van Denickes and the
Reaches, both residing on the 1900 block
| of Ninth avenue, South San Francisco, a
most amicable relationship existed until
Mr. Van Denicke. head Of that household
went in quest of his cow, which had
strayed, and while so occupied entered the
home of the Reaches without having
awaited invitation to do so.
Mr. and Mrs. Roach and, the baby were
dining when the intrusion occurred, and
it was the lady who resented 1t. The up
shot of the ensuing discussion was Mr.
| Van Denicke's arrest for peace disturb.
ance on Mrs. Roach's complaint.
To prove before Judge Mogan that his
character was not SO black as the testi.
mony of the Reaches aimed TO paint it
Mr. Van Denicke asked Mrs. Roach IL or
three distinct occasions he had not af.
forded her refuge in his home after hel
husband, while intoxicated, had driven hel
and the baby forth In the night
mo, Van, not three times-only once
she replied. land well you know it,,
"And didn't I treat you like perfect
lady?" Mr.. Van Denicke pursued.
well, Van, what If you did? You know
] that your treatment of me then has moth
ing to do with this case. Surely, Van, you
! know that
well, you threw cup of tea at me be-
fore said what you say I said,'' was Mr.
| Van Denicke's rejoinder.
Not till you threatened to do up me
and the baby Van," the lady retorted
Mr.. Roach's testimony was too in
coherent 10 count for anything, and
| judgment is in reserve until next Sat-
urday.
John Phillips, bartender in cafe on
Kearny street. between Washington and
jackson, uttered adverse comment on th,
quality of the coffee brewed by George
y ~li<l-.