Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-01

in, after the ''You don't know who am
has failed. 80.
mo we can't take your watch for col
lateral" the desk sergeant Will tell them
well, it cost s97," the youth will say
with a look of contempt at the 1g-
norant" sergeant for refusing SO paten
a good thing" and the scene usually
winds I'D by a sad-faced little woman
being called from much-needed rest al
about 3 o'clock in the morning to put UP
ten for her sporty son.
In fact there is one of the Charley
Horse" variety who. after he has re-
peatedly offered his personal belongings
has time and time again stood before
the rail of the first precinct and whined
Cant telephone my mammal"
woman from the underworld ap-
peared at the first precinct station one
night. Her hands were covered with
jewels, but the CLEAN of the greater
jewel. youth, was gone from her eyes,
one of which plainly showed the mark
ings of a fist.
Have you got James Wilson here?" she
queried of the desk sergeant.
I'VE have charged with two cases OF
assault" the sergeant replied, running
down the soiled page of the blotter. "A
woman is named here as the complain
ant" he qualified.
Eyes, 1 know" the woman returned
I'm the object of his gentle attentions.
but Jim had been drinking-an' besides
Jim's my pal. Ten dollars did you say
would get him out?
The sergeant told her that was the
amount required and the woman turned
her back to the rail. dug down into her
''lisle-thread bank" for a roll that made
the sergeants monthly stipend look like
a fal1r finish hearts with a shade nest
ling in it. peeled off a fifty and asked
for change.
you're going to pay his f1ne?" asked
the sergeant wonderingly.
Sure. He did hurt me little, but I
amt going to let you people keep my pal
locked uD. You can turn him out when
he gets SOBER" and she started for the
door.
Just as she was leaving she looked back
over her shoulder and called, Say, YOU
needn't tell Jim 1 put up that ten-he
wouldn't understand" and for a moment
her voice became soft, and her face lost
that queer hardness that women's faces
have down there.
We'll bye-bye. SERGE. SHE called as the
door shut. The hardness had returned to
her voice. '"For I'll never come back here
again unless it's between two men who
wear the twenty.four brass buttons"
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Lock me up for the night. will your
a well dressed man entreated. as he enter:
ed the first precinct Voluntarily one night
last fall I've been drinking for a week
AL in, down and out, and the little wife
at home don't understand that a man in
this shape amt a fit subject for a cur
tain lecture .-- =,
I'VE haven't any accomodations for you
The cell room full" the station keeper
told him. You'd better 60 home and get
good nights sleep and you'll feel lots
better in the morning waking up in a
clean bed: than you would If you spen,
the night here"
II know. and I wish l could do It, But
it's this way" the man explained. my
wife and l have been married for five
years. and this is the first time I've taken
anything to drink in all that time. !
| wouldn't have my home broken up for
anything in the world. but If / 60 back
home the little girl will begin those aw-
full reproaches and I'm too nervous ia
stand them. The first thing 1 known I'll
have full fedged family row. on my