| Show and the boy A dirty faced little boy encased incased in a tagle garment of shreds and patches evaa caught clinging to the rear end of a train that rolled into the grand central station a few nights ago he was about four years old and small for his agel la the expressive language of a westchester farmer he look much biggeln big gern a ango cider A zealond trainman espied the tiny lad before ho could dismount from his dangerous perch oa the car platform A policeman was summoned and the arrest of the marauder was demanded the boys who catch on trains are a nuisance nui sanca and should be punished maintained the trainman A police officer 6 feet 2 inches in height and broad in proportion took hold of one ot the childs arms with his thumb and forefinger and marched the little culprit almost the entire length of the long sta tion a crowd of fifty or more people following some of the people uttered indignant and sarcastic remarks such as do you want any help officer look out mr policeman hell trip yon up but the officer paid no attention to the crowd he grimly marched hia prisoner to the forty second street exit of the station j and witha with A twinkle in bis eye he lifted the child in bis arms and addressed him sternly thus prisoner at the bar you have been arrested but this is yer first off inse if gits arrested agin i be punished till the full extant of the law now git the youngster got out of eight in the throb of a second new york times dlan of tho jail in india the jail fixed establishment consisted of a native jailer with deputies and a few paid warders with a guard for sentry work armed with muskets and provided with ammunition most of which was BO old and damp from the climate that it had to be destroyed periodically they were commanded and drilled by a handsome old pensioned native officer this old gentleman wore a collar of gold beads round his neck and over his dress of spotless white an embroidered sword belt supported a native deword in a green and gold scabbard he was a striking looking old man with strict notions of discipline and duty his father had been at blassy with clive it was part of this officers duty toa make his morning report at the magistrates house if tho magistrate bad not had time to go to the jail on his morning round his usual report was brief and emphatic my lord the jail is all well one morning he continued it thus bo it known to your lordship that the jail cat haa had five kittens will your lordship order that the cat have an estra ration of milk this lie said in the gravest voice with his hand abill at hia forehead in military salute when the order was given for the cats extra ration he marched off without the shadow of a smile on hia face while the magistrate remained almost convulsed with suppressed laughter national review |
