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The Tears of a Gambler

A notorious gambler facing prison time is denied a new trial and begs the court for mercy.

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Young, the well-known gambler, was yesterday, for the first time probably in his life, either as a prisoner or as an observer, in the superior court. He was taken to jail in charge of his jailer, W. Munroe, to serve a five-year sentence imposed upon him as a penalty for assaulting a police officer for the purpose of exacting blackmail. At the final hour, he laid aside the bluffing manner which he has always assumed, and stood up like a man. He pleaded with the judge to make his sentence shorter. He was successful in this, for he got five years less than the maximum sentence for his crime. At 9:30, he was taken into the court room by two deputy sheriffs, and the two attorneys who appeared for him began the arguments for a new trial. The motion was denied. Attorney Sims then moved for an arrest of judgment, but this motion also was overruled. Then the big gambler was called upon to give his reasons why sentence should not be passed. He said, 'Be easy on me, your honor; I throw myself upon the mercy of the court.' This he said with his voice broken with emotion and his eyes filled with tears. Judge Humes passed sentence of five years. Young was immediately taken to his cell again in the 'black hole,' but he was given a good square meal before he was locked in. His wife had called at the jail while he was in court and had wished to leave him a meal and a couple of pies, but fearing that the pies might contain files or tools, Jailer Munroe would allow the woman to leave neither them nor the food, telling her that Young was on bread and water. Attorney Sims yesterday afternoon filed a notice of appeal and declares that the case will go to the supreme court, saying that Young has plenty of money to back his case.

“Be easy on me, your honor; I throw myself upon the mercy of the court.”

— Printed in The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893
Then · 1893133 years apartNow · 2026

The 'black hole' of the old county jail and the public spectacle of a 'well-known gambler' facing justice highlights a time when Seattle's nightlife and its legal system were inextricably linked. Today, the local courts still grapple with the high cost of legal appeals, a privilege that remains largely tied to the defendant's ability to 'back his case' with personal wealth.

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The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-10-08. Library of Congress, Chronicling America.

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The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, OCT 8, 1893, Page 5
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