Judge — July 17, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE. TIMOTHY FLOGG, THE REPORTER. BY MRS, G——R C—v—p. Weare told by the newspapers that the present Mrs. Cleveland | where the tragedy had occurred and throwing her down three flights of wrote a story during a voyage from ,————— —_—_——_—_ stairs after she had performed this Antwerp on the Noordland, the service for him. hero whereof was a newspaper re- A'GENEROUS OFFER. Entering the room, Timothy Flogg porter. This was before she had had / found an old woman gasping for any experience with the craft. The Fi g Fay breath upon a wretched bed, where following is alleged to have been | 2:7, 42M i ad ‘x she had been thrown by the brutal written while her husband was | ¢ : BN husband after he had savagely beaten gone to purchase a bull-dog to keep Hep /SyLt , | her about the head with a God-Bless- the reporters off the veranda during (er Our-Home motto. The — reporter the honeymoon at Deer Park. It S" h a poked her with one of his pencils until seems to indicate that she has un-| © oN J | she regained consciousness and then dergone a change of heart concern: | Z t e oo terviewed her upon the causes that ing the availability of the genus for N A % brought about the attack, and asked heroes of fiction—or anything else. I < Tho ila os her how many children she had in ae i. ‘ Eagle state prison and how many times she Sere hay Geka & sate Som: vate had served on the island. mitted in Battle alley.” c A - ~ But as he was about to depart a ter- ‘These words came over the tele- 2 7 _ rible thought came to him. In all phone wire from police headquar| ¢ iY. a) : probability the womari would not die, ters and trickled into the ear of the $ 1 ‘ a: ae since her injuries were less severe city editor who held the receiver Z r Z ‘ than had been reported. ‘In that about midnight one beautiful even- A We... < s { | case,” reflected the reporter, ‘this ing in the early summer of 1885. A Y, CY case is only wortha ‘stick.’ If it was The city editor dropped the re- Z ~ or Whe a murder it would be worth a col- ceiver and rushed into the reporters’ P , 5 umn.” He hesitated but a moment, room. It was empty save for the | 7 z, < « d then, taking a vial labeled ‘Poi. presence of a sleeping figure in the Pe eS if son”. from the pocket of his waistcoat, corner, This figure, while it pos. Fe i | he poured a few drops into the suffer. sessed the general outlines of —Z Ae ing woman's mouth as she opened it manhood, was in reality but a sod. | k E to ask for water. den beast in human shape. The ° ~ At that very instant a sound was features were bloated and mis. | = ¢ heard at the door, and a priest wh: shapen and the nose of a crushed | | had been sent for entered. The re- strawberry hue. The countenance |— porter put the vial back in his pocket, was sallow from the long use of rum, and a three days’ growth of beard |asked the priest his name and what church he was attached to, inquired gave the chin the appearance of the cylinder of a music box.|if he had acigar about him, and then started back for his office, after Wrapped in unholy slumber and dreaming no doubt of crime, the| assuring himself that his victim was dead. As he reached the foot reporter lay with his head over the back of his chair and his mouth | of the rickety tenement rs he met three other reporters to whom he open. He might have snored louder, but it is improbable. related the tale of the tragedy as he had got it from the old woman, fer But the city editor did not pause to dwell upon the bestiality of the and in consideration of three drinks. brute before him. He gave him a violent kick in the shins and Sareea taal oti geatommtou shouted : | The next day Timothy Flogg w rested for murde “Confound you, you sluggardly ruflian! What d'ye mean by going! The priest had seen him adininister the poison as he entered the room to sleep here when there’s murders being committed all over the city ? @Md he had informed the criminal authorities. F Just rattle yourself up to Battle alley and do that murder, and be sure The reporter threatened to write up the entire department of justice, you get back and have a column written inside of an hour or T'll fine | but tt was of noavail. Discovering this, he engaged Howl & Hammer 1 all that's coming to you and discharge you !" jto defend him and had daily talks with the other reporters whom he sizing a pad the size of a tombstone and grasping a handful of pen- haere Battle alley right of the tragedy. cil stubs, this motley being, Timothy Flogg by name, flung himself| When the case came - 20M TH 7 headlong down the stairs, sharpening the pencil stubs with a knife|to trial the court-room APVOICE. EROM THE:DESERT. —— whose blade was a lit-| Was crowded, but ow- | tle sharper than the) ing toa popular prej- edge of a screw-|Udice against his pro- driver as he went, |fession the prisoner Taking a street-|had only ninety-three | car for Battle alley, | bouquets sent to him. he beat the company |The reporter was calin out of his fare by | and confident, and his threatening to write|only manifestation of the conductor up if he|emotion was to make insisted upon his pay-| faces at the judge when ing for his transport-| his back was turned. ation, and soon ar-| The priest went on rived at the place. the stand and related | Battle alley was/in detail how he had one of the most|paused at the door just wretched of all thejas the prisoner was squalid thorough-| pouring the _ poi fares in the lowest| from the vial. part of the tenement}ble shudder —mani- house district, and|fested itself in the the reporter found|court-room. Mr. How] the house without|foreed the witness to much difficulty, in-|admit that he had ducing a little girl to|once stolen jam when show him the room|a boy, and asked him The nervous tourist's friend is the bookseller. | on the top — floor! if the report was true AraB—"It can never be said the grass grew under my feet.” comicbooks.com