"Stop that Man!"
--Yesterday forenoon, while the tide of male and female humanity was at its flood in our principal avenue, an individual of foreign exterior attracted universal attention and made everybody stand aside as he rushed like a quarter horse around the corner and down Thirteenth street. After him, and close upon his heels, were soldiers and officers, like hounds in full chase, shouting ‘"stop that man!"’ The pursuit was continued to Lombard alley, where the fugitive was collared by a fleet-footed officer, and the immense crowd that had collected wounded what crime the luckless wight had been guilty of. We ascertained that he was a ‘"substitute,"’ who had received a handsome bonus to do the fighting that somebody else owed the country, and that after joining a company, he ingloriously deserted, calculating, doubtless, upon having a gay old time with the cash in hand.
Venturing abroad in pursuit of pleasure, he was detected by his comrades, as aforesaid, and placed in quarters from which he will not be apt to escape again shortly.