Judge — September 15, 1883 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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CHEAT Ahem! Groost, (generously Groom Alonzo Busbee: His Life and pressions. Im- BY WILLIAM OTL, CHAP. IV. “ We hold these truths to be self-evident—that all men ted equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with inalienable rights—that « these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of sw —Treatise on Bunco, C. F. Avass, Is there no mercy left in the world? Have greed and avarice and the cowardly instincts of self-preservation so monopolized the hu- man system in this nineteenth century that no room is left for the softer emotion of pity? Cannot some philanthrop whose breast the cry of the persecuted bur- glar can find an ec Won't the great big if t of the Americ; Is of distress, kindly commence to beat in pitying tenderness of feeling for the badger- ed midnight n uder? Come on, some- body, please, and found a Society for the Pre- vention of Cruelty to Burglars. Is he so much less in your estimation than a horse or a dog or a cow, or even a puny, squalling, unple: that vou careless: ly leave him to the tender mercies of police- and never step aside to pour balm upon his wound the tear that dims his manly When he asks for swag, you give him a cell. When the great ery comes from his soul for beer and skittles, you give him Cro- ton water and a shoemaker’s bench. You thetic tastes, and ¢ outside covering of the Mexican k His delicate hands, unused to harder work than toying with a jimmy, idling with nd-bag, or flirting with the playful knuckle-duster, you mar and scar and roughen, harden, widen, and al- together render unfit for delicate manipula- tions, by pressing them into the vulgar occu- pations of mat, and broom, and brick, and shoe, and chair-making. Yon interfere with his legitimate business by every mean and sneaking way your miser- What is the charge? t be found in | n people, ever alive to | THE JUDGE. Mixtster—O, I leave that to you Well, [veon't charge anything, neither! able brains are capable of conceiving. You have invited the detective to shadow him; the policeman to fire at and club him; elec- trical mats and bells to loudly proclaim his coming, when the success of his plans de- pends, almost entirely, upon secrecy and qui- et. You have manufactured courts of law to worry his gentle nature; judges to glare at him; juries to try him, and stone walls to shut him out from the blessed sunlight of liberty—and then you wonder if, maddened by your intolerable interferenc work, he sometimes turi tors and claws He would be didn’t, Give him a fair field and no favor, but don’t worry and annoy him with your ces 83 espoinage; let him work his own way, nd, believ with considers ws upon his persecu off a chunk of nose or chi or more than mortal if he ile neatnes: des h, for ching makes him nervous, and then his movements are hurri 1 the exquisite finish that he would, jone, place upon his work, is wanting, and a rude and rough, a bungling and incomplete piece of hanc craft too often meets your eye, and mocks his professional pride. Why discriminate so unjustly and the operator on the stree They both place their experience, tact, courage, cool- sand unblushing cheek against your cap- ital, and yet, while you reward the one with Fifth Avenue mansions, steam yachts, riot- ous living, trotting outfits and purple and fine linen, to the other you give bi less cells, mush and hard tack, constant and aborious tasks, and striped, coarse suits, of villainous cut and pattern. I’d like to be introduced to the guileless pawnbroker who would lend more than the value of the set- ting on your jewel of consistence: It is a wonder to me that the hardworking burglar don’t give up the business, and take to something less dangerous and more remu- nerative. Perhaps in its danger lies its great- est charm—at least it was so with Bill; and, having got back to him, I will resume my narrative from the point where the foregoing etween him with his | me, his jobs will be executed | dissertation on grand larceny led me off, come, without any more cireumlocution, to the incidents that led to the final catastro- phy. At the hour upon I met Bill || nd Jack at the pl cated. Twas with a gruff you come, did | J I felt gratified in saying that I ¢ upon which we clambered into an expre wagon which was waiting clo nd start- | ed off at a brisk trot along Ninth Avenue to. | the upper part of the city. In the driver | recognized another old friend, one “ Sheeny am,” who kept a gent’s second-hand eloth- | ing emporium in Chatham strect, and w well known to the profession as the cleverest “fence” (receiver of stoltn property) in the Jeity. The moment [ discovered that the Sheeny was concerned in the night's bus ness, [ felt sure that the job on hand was a big and an casy one, for Sam was never known to take a hand in ken-cracking (Ii ing) unless the risk was small and large. In fact, us [afterwards four was Sam who had put up t ; described in such glowing terms the wealth | of silver ware and. precious bric-a- | would reward theirefforts, that induced to disregard the word + Now Bill, while I'm away la preak~ of Red quiet quiet, don’t go into any job till you let-me know what it is”—and enter info the preent ar- rangement, with Sam and Jack fer parti about to hire foi = knowled; The mansion we were hour or two without the > or previously obtained con inated on Washington Heights, surrounded by its own grounds. The portion facing the street was rendered private by means of a low stone tre of Which was a fancifully te with the owners’ monogram | J.0.B, wros middle panel; while sloping up from appeared a neat trim lawn, dotted her there with trees, shrubs, statu tain. The house itself stoc rds from the hig appes upon whic ties of the mixed the s base und and a foun- k some forty . and presented a no- » was early-Harlem, rafted the later beau- era, with which was nd floral kind of archite | ture peculiar to Second Avenue during the Jim F riod. It was one of the many old mansions in which Washington had breakfast just before bidding adieu to | army—and had it been situated further dowt town there is no doubt that on its lawn Aaron Burr would have duel with Ham- ilton. It the house in which the took b sn't; and Jenny Li F r 1 would if ade it her house on her first memor- able visit to New Y she had tan hotel on Union Squar it was here that McAllister his last kiss from the white lips of Saral Chelmondeley ere he departed fof the war; and just there by the fountain it » ranged that they were to meet again when he returned, a’ major general, to ask her haughty sire for her fair hand. Alas! ‘‘the best laid schemes o’ mice and men gang aft 1 is very first engagement young Joyfaun was laid low by the last commisariat mule—his grave is by | | the waters of th ntly-flowing Rappahan- nock, and S, J. Chelmondeley married Jake Boker, a reformed Sunday-selool teacher— of poker, and her eldest datofiiter, Mari in the fourth row of the ballet at Niblo’s. {To be continued in our next—unless the | enthoy gets‘into the undertow at the Island. | | —Ep. | Drastaric—a garret where liquor is sold. comicbooks.com