|The Weekly Times
Sept. 1, 1894
A "MADL" Husband
The only "Mike" from the sixth again in durance vile.
Mike Madl's box, 353, corner Sixth and Ohio Streets, was pulled shortly
after one o'clock, Tuesday afternoon, Officer Wenzel officiating at the
lever, while Mr. Madl enjoyed himself demoralizing all demoralizable
furniture at his domicile in the land of the Highholder. When the officers
arrived at the scene of destruction Michael had by a most artistic presto change
caused his corpulent carcass to vanish, and a search was instituted.
A careless meander thru the disordered home discovered not the location
of the bibulous Michael, and a more particular investigation followed.
There was no evidence of any mechanical device or delusive arrangement by
which the Sixth ward Keller might have accomplished the vanishing act, but
that he was somewhere in the structure was a foregone conclusion. The dark
closets were found to be empty, and Mike was not behind a door, his
favorite retreat on such occasions, and the cellar had nothing to give
After a long search it was thought that the officers would return empty
handed, and a consultation was held, at which the blue coats recalled the
story blazoned on their youthful minds by the long ago engineers of their
education-"Try Again". Accordingly each one started out, peeking
here and there. Officer McCusker's suspicions prompted him to look beneath
a bed, though it would seem that the 200 pounds of avoirdupois sought for could
not be forced into a space of so short perpendicular. There was little
light in the room, and the officer struck a match, the radiance of which
was flashed into the retreat. The search light illuminated the prostrate
form of Mr. Madl, who feigned to sleep.
"Come out of there, Mike;" but Mike was deaf to the command.
Officers McCusker and Kant then proceeded to remove the bed, and Mike gave
up the ghost.
Bidding his wife and children a pathetic good bye, with a declaration
that he would never return, he stepped into the wagon and was driven away,
while in pantomime he expressed his intention of cutting his throat. This
however, was not followed by the dramatic scene that might have been
Madl evidently had too much furniture, as the yard was strewn with
broken tables, and so forth. Windows were smashed, and everything
evidenced the visit of an imitation cyclone.
This is one of Mike's semi-monthly house cleaning exploits, though in
effect it is considerably more damaging than usual.