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Show YOUTHFUL GAMBLERS. Lads of Tender Years Trifle With the Goddess God-dess of Chance, and the Police 'Poll Them. JUDGE LANEY TALKS FATHERLY ; t To the Bad Little Fellows, and Then Turns Them Over to the Tender Mercy of Parents, At 3 o'clock this afternoon six miserable, mis-erable, wretched, criminals gazed up into the cold, stoney face of Judge Laney. They were more miserable, more wretched than most criminals, for they were younger. They were newsboys whom Officer ISirkuer had herded in a wagon on Commercial hired where they had been shooting craps for nickels. Misery and woe beamed from every youthful eye, aud they were the saddest looking dead game sports imaginable. "You boy with the straw hat!" called his honor with assumed fierceness, "come here!" The boy with tho straw hat remained on earth only with the greatest difficulty, diffi-culty, lie came forward with a snilll e and a shuffle. "What were you doing?" inquired the judge. "Jes'' nothiu' at all, judge," wept the bow "c sec Migsey an' Cockcyo was a shootin " "What? I thought this was only a gambling case, but it seems that there is murder connected with it. Who did they shoot?" "Didn' shoot no one. Doy was shootin' craps for cigarette pictures, when der cop come rustlin' roun' do corner an' pinched der gang. I was gettiu' ready to make a sneak 'cause I had ter study ray lesson agin' Sunday school toniorry. I don't 'low no d kid to keep me I'm goin' ter Sunday school." "Kight, my boy. You boy come here!" Another boy who had been busily eating his hat ambled forward. "Judge," he said, "we didn't do nuthin'. Lemme go, will yer?" ' After the judge had sat in silent meditation med-itation until ho had frightened them nearly to death, he took up a book and read how these boys had rendered themselves liable to a year's imprisonment. imprison-ment. He scared all the sport out of the boys and then told them they could go if they wouldn't do it again. They galloped out like a belated cyclone. |