Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-01
IITTIE TRAGEDIES THAT DELIBERATE THE LINES OF CASTE

1 slipped out into the night and followed
the car tracks.
Finally 1 came to lime kiln and
crept Into one of the lime sheds where
it was warm. The next day a negro
gave me a job driving dirt cart but
after I had made two or three dollars
he fired me and wouldn't give me the
money. Since then I've been sleeping in
the lime sheds. and sometimes the men
would give me crusts Of their lunches.
Tonight policeman found me and sent
me here.
The defenses advanced by negroes who
fall into the tolls are often worthy of
better cause, as is illustrated In the
case of negro named Henry Bailey,
who was arrested while he was crossing
the Aqueduct bridge last Decoration
day with a large American flag under
his arm.
Il wuz jes' going ovah to Arlington
an drape dis on Genul Miles grave,
Henry explained. as he endeavored to
resume his martial tread, which evinced
an excess of patriotism. j..
How are you going to decorate the
generals grave when he hasn't any
grave?" Policeman Grove asked. Hes
"Gen'ul Miles, he daid. 1.-THE patriot de-
clared with finality which was impos-
ing. "A man who daid hisseif done toP
me So" Henry went on, as If to settle
the question for all time.
Now Henry. come clean admon-
ished the policeman. Where did you get
that flag?"
"A white gemmans, who I tple you
done died. gin me dis flag bout TO- months
back, and toll me t. take it on de fust
Decoration day afteh. he died and drape
it on Gen'ul Miles grave. OATS all !
knows, ana. ef yoE viii please sub. let
me go. gwine t put hit on dat grave"
'Thatll be a hard Job, even when you
all accounts. the generals pretty spry
yet" said the policeman.
rs dat fac'!" complained the mystified
Henry. and the executor OF the man who
done daid'' did three months work on
the District streets for his room and
Carrying concealed weapons was the
charge to which youth Of scarcely eight
cen years was held to answer in the sixth
precinct one night last summer. But that
charge did not suggest to the mind of one
who simply saw it scrawied on the blot
ter that the boys story told of missteps
which promised irretrievably to wreck his
life, But sergt. Conlon can tell diff
ferent tale. NJ.
: Down in Chinatown that night the paper
lanterns cast their sickly glow over sew
eral sons of the Flowery kingdom who
lay in their hunks in q house on Pennsyl-
vania avenue wooing the 'black smoke
Suddenly into the glow cast by the little
glass-covered lamps at which the Chinese
cook the pills of gum opium stepped a
youth. One of the smokers glanced Curl,
ously at him and then turned his head on
his wooden pillow and took long draw
at his pipe.
II want hop Ihef young fellow told
them, and the palsy of his hand and the
sickly yellow of his face told their own
story. .!
The owner of the dppe joint blandiy ex-
planned that he couldn't sell the stuff to
white man. only Chinamens," he said.
). You won't senatto me?" the boy qles-a
-tioned,. z ~
sClant." came-fhs faconic reply.
m a minute that Chinaman was looking
down the snout Of an dgiy-looking re-
volver as the boy commanded: 'Trot out
layout
The Chinanan let out squeak which