Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1907-05-09
MADE STRONG PLEA
iRIsHMAN's STORY soFrENED
HEART OF MAGISTRATE.
Recollection Of 6oyhood Days the
Cause Of Michael Daltcn's De-
parture From the Straight and
Narrow Path, He Averred.

When Michael Dalton, who said he
lived at 423 East Sixteenth street. was
arraigned in the Yorkville police court
on charge OF intoxication he begged
Magistrate Breen to let him 20 this
once" says the New York Sun.
Il was only celebrating a trife too
much" he explained.
III l remember rightly, you were
here yesterday" remarked the court.
Your honor's got a good memory"
responded the prisoner.
"And you said yesterday that YOU
were celebrating"
That's right, too. It's the same
celebration, but I've had enough. I
met with some friends from Skohan.
where l used to live when I came from
the old country. Tim Hennessey was
one OF them, and he reminded me of
the time old HOLSTERS bull kept me
up the tree, and, bedadi 1 had to take
few to forget 1t.
Il was after apples in HOLSTERS
orchard one afternoon, and Hennessey
and O'Toole were with me. We went
over the stone wall and 1 climbed a
tree and shook down the finest apples
in the orchard. while the other two
filled bag with them. Old HOLSTER
was that stingy he wouldn't give an
apple to any one. The bag was nearly
full when me friends made a run for
the stone wall and got over It as
though the divvle was after them.
didn't know what was up until I seen
HOLSTERS brindle bull come tearing
down under the tree.
Then l remembered that the farm
er kept the bull instead of a dog to
watch the orchard, and 1t showed his
good sinse. The bull looked up at me
as l started to get down, and there
was something in his look that made
me stay where I was. waited for
him to go, and he waited for me to
come down. O'Toole and Henessey.
on the other side OF the wall, tried
to coax and to drive the beast away.
but not one inch would he stir from
under the tree.
When night came the vagabond
was still there and waiting for me-
but 1t was as much as my life was
worth to face him. So had to stay
in the tree. had been out to a dance
the night before, and my eyes were
heavy with sleep.
Il was afeared to go to sleep in the
tree, for 1 might tumble down, and the
beast 'ud get me. But sorra the bit
could stay awake, so took my sus-
penders and tied myself to the tree,
so that wouldn't fall.
The bull was still there when woke
up In the morning, and was likely to
stay there until HOLSTER called him
off, If 1t wasn't for my friends. They
came to the orchard early in the morn
ing with a bulldog and around his
neck was red cloth. They put the
dog in the orchard to coax the bull
away, but sorra a foot would he stir
from the tree.
THE dog thought the bull was afraid
so he goes up and nips him on the
heels. That made the big beast mad
and he chased the dog a small bit.
THAT was my chance for salvation,
I thought, and took it. Jumping
from the tree ran for the wall. The
bull saw me and came after me, the
dog after him. How ! got over the
wall ahead Of the horns was more
than could do to-day, but over / got
in time.
at was the memory of those lively
times that made Hennessey and me-
self take a few extra drinks"
The magistrate let him go again.