The Mena weekly star., 1907-05-09
MADE STRONG PLEA
!RisHMAN's STORY soFTENEp
 HEART OF MAGISTRATE.
6ecoIleetion of Boyhood Days the Cause of Michael DaIton's De- parture From the Straight and
 Narrow Path, He Averred.


 When Michael Dalton, who said he lived at 423 East Sixteenth street. was arralgned in the Yorkville police court on charge of intoxication he begged Magistrate Breen to let him go this once, says the New York Sun.
 T was only celebrating a triae too much he explained.
 If 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 Hollisters bull kept me up the tree, and bedad I had to take a few to forget it.
 T was after apples in Hollisters orchard one afternoon. and Hennessey and OToole were with me. We went over the stone wall and I climbed a tree and shook down the finest apples in the orchard, while the other two filled bag with them. Old Hollister was that stingy he wouldn't give sn apple to any one. The bag was nearly full when me friends made a run for the stone wall and got over 1t as though the divvle was after them. didn't know what was up until I seen Hollister's brindle bull come tearing down under the tree.
 Then l remembered that the farm CT kept the bull instead of a dog to watch the orchard, and it showed his good sinse. The b7ll looked up at me as started to get down, and there was something in his look that made me stay where I was. I 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 it 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.
 T was afeared to go to sleep in the tree, for I might tumble down, and the beast 'ud get me. But sorra the bit could I stay awake, so l took my sus- penders and tied myself to the tree, so that I wouldn't fall
 The bull was still there when I woke up in the morning, and was likely to stay there until Hollister called him off, if it wasn't for my friends. They came to the orchard early in the morn ing with a bulldog and around his neck was a red cloth. They put the dog in the orchard to coax the bull away, but sorra 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, l thought, and I took it. Jumping from the tree I ran for the wall The bull saw me and came after me, the dog after him. How l got over the wall ahead of the horns was more than could do today, but over got in time.
 "It was the memory of those lively times that made Hennessey and me self take few extra drinks"
 The magistrate let him go again.