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

hands, the neighbors will get wise. and
then it'll all be over but the shouting.
Sorry, old man. the keeper announced,
but you'll have to go some place else, ano
the door swung to behind the man VINO
fled from family difficulties.
Nor do all the children who find their
way into the hands of the police. asking
help. consist of timid, frightened little
creatures. One there is whose advent
will long be remembered by big Police
man Nussbaum of the sixth precinct.
Lieut.. Peck of police headquarters and
Clerk Potts of the Police Court.
1t was nearly midnight when the little
fellow confidently grasping the hand of
the big policeman. walked into police
headquarters. He had been found in
the old Baltimore and Ohio railroad depot.
restlessly lingering his ticket which was
to take him to Pittsburg. and punching
a supper of sailed peanuts and circus
candy. Yes, he admitted that he had run
away from home. and did 1t so openly
and with such candor that the ohcials
were prepared to believe any reason which
he might give for his actions.
Seated on the knee of Clerk Potts with
sympathetic audience. numbering the
lieutenant. the policeman and several
newspaper men. he told tale of wrongs
which Immediately won for him the ped
estel of a martyr.
my father is always drunk, and he
beats me when l don't bring home what
lae thinks is enough money by selling
newspapers. My home is in Harrisburg.
saved up my share of the pennies and
after two months l got enough to buy me
ticket to Pittsburg.'
Clerk Potts growled something that was
uncomplimentary to the boys father. Po-
liceman Nussbaunl was looking very
grave, and the lieutenant was thinking of
his own two boys at home
We'll have to- notify his father.
though said the lieutenant land send
| the boy to the House of Detention, for
he's only twelve years old"
So the boy left in the care of Police
man Burns and all the audience felt very
ened adoption. if his father threw him
off. even. wanting to take the boy home
with him for the night An hour later
the telephone in the lieute nants office
rang.
voice said. II thought I'd better search
that youngster. He had two big re-
volvers a bowie knife and three copies of
stories Of the James Boys on him. Now
he admits he was going to Pittsburg to
fight Indians
Clerk Potts looked sheepish. the lieu
tenant annoyed and the newspaper men
switched their sympathies into a big
laugh.
Here, though, is the other side: An
em&ciated little boy holding the spirit of
a boy twelve years old. lay in a cot at
tn, Detention a week after the advent of
the youthful Jesse James. He had had
no food. he said, for nearly a week, and
his appearance upheld his statement. He
told his story. after this wise:
and then last year he died. My. step
mother married again. and we lived in
two little rooms near the river in South
Washington. About two weeks ago my
step-mother told me to go out and play,
anG because she never let me play l
thought it was funny. but took the
chance. Z.
when 1 came home the rooms were
empty, and l waited till night, but they
didn't come back. Then the darkness
scared me. it was so still. and although
the landlady told me if they didn't. come
back / could stay there till l got work