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Text for Page 164 [11-29-1859]

his hands with dust and cinders, when
Cahill�s noble soul revolted and calling upon
the name of his creator, he spurned the pro-
posal.    The policeman threatened to take them
to the station-house; they defied him to do so,
not supposing it would involve anything beyond
half an hours detention and talk.     Inconti-
nently all three � for Arnold wouldn�t leave
his friends � were marched off, and locked up
for the night, in a squalid filthy hole, in
propinquity with prostitutes thieves and riff-
raff, with whom they indulged in chaff and con-
versation, diversified by unsuccessful attempts
to get to sleep on a narrow bench.    Next mor-
ning they were marched through the cheery, sunny
morning streets, looking seedy enough to the Jef-
ferson Market police court.  They did the jocular
and raffish, gave their real names and vo-
cations.   On Cahill�s being mentioned the magis-
trate doubted its genuineness when Arnold ex-
pressed a desire to make a bet with him on the
subject.    Finally they were fined $5 each.  Not
having more than sufficed to effect the discharge
of one, Wood was released, his companions
being re-locked up.    He went first to Bellew�s,
then to Pfaff�s, borrowing money of the latter to
effect the others� enlargement.     This is how
Cahill spent the night of his twenty-sixth birth-               
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