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Show THE NYMPHS IN TOW. The Police Make a Kald aad a ColdTlioa-aad ColdTlioa-aad I. Damped la tba Municipal Till. The poiice inado a descent on the houses of ill fame last night, and a column col-umn consisting of over forty of the inmates in-mates were inarched into the presence pres-ence of the high chancellor, who received re-ceived their "forfeits" and permitted them to depart. There will be no tedious ted-ious trial, no volumes of aratory with which to lash the walls of the judicial chambers, no heartrending story of the rise and fall of the household angel, and none of tho subterfuges of the elusive elus-ive witness. The forfeits will ad be dumped into the municipal till, and naught will remain but the bare entry upon the court register to haunt the rogiws the divine record of her who left it. From the haul revenues to the amount of JUliO were obtained. Jane Doe was arrested last night for the larceny of a diamond ring and now languishes in the city jail. Jane is a plain woman but she was gifted with some awfully aristocratic aspirations when she sought to wear the jewel without having paid the tiddler. Her examination will come up on Monday. Charles Feveyear was raked in last night while beating a tattoo on a rival's phvsiognomy aud lined $5 and costs. 'J'he necessity for a refuge that oilers protection it not comfort to the aimless wayfarer is becoming more apparent each night at police station. There were no less than thirteen calls last night and the capacity of the bunk house was so severely taxed that there was not room for another. Jacob Bai, the German who attempted suicide on Thursday is still cob fined at his residence to which the surgeons are making regular visits. His jaw,- into which the bullet was dispatched is very uneasy and it will be several days before be-fore the order for beefsteak and onions is shouted into the ear of the dumbwaiter. dumb-waiter. . It was Officer Lynch who brought 'it" in to police headquarters at one o'clock this afternoon. "What's your name?" piped O'Riley gathering the slate from its moorings en tho centre table. "Marshal Mason," shiieked the prisoner, pris-oner, "an' as good a mason as ever rode a goat or dumb a pole. You'll find the name of Mason in the archives of the revo " "And your occupation?" A carpenter. Why didn't you ask that before? A carpeuter that has built more build" "Hold on, sonny," interposed tho clerk; "save your oratory tor Judge Lauey. What's your native state?" "New York; the home of Grover Cleveland, Dave Hill and John Kelly, God rest him. I'm proud of" "You are excused." The door of - jail closed, there was a twist of the i..fc' key, and the native of John Kellydom was soon sleeping in jogdom. |