Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-10-31
NUMBER Al.

the domestic department of the firm, had,
previous TO his retirement to the sweets
OF domestic life, occasionally taken 50.
cial glass with his friends Taking ad-
vantage of this weakness, some friends
waited upon Mr. Morris one day, and
having made Mr.. Morris drunk, led him
into breach of the peace, ;hen hasten
ed to the esquire's Office and lodged n
complaint with her Honor against her
Honor's "liegc lord and MASTER" that
used to be, and demanded warrant for
his arrest. Mrs. Justice hesitated for a
moment on the banks of this woman's
Rubicon, bat like Caesar she was equal TO
the emergency, and promptly crossed in
TO her lords dominions, and her former
master was dragged before her for trial
Mr.. Morris's head was not sufficiently
clear to comprend the situation He be-
gan to assert his sovereign rights in con.
tempt OF court, until suddenly brought
up by the officer in obedience TO the
Courts order. Seeing that things had
changed somewhat, and that Othello's
occupation had been suspended, lie began
to expostulatD first with the officer, until
informed by that lunctionary that he had
no discretion. but was acting under or
derS from the Court.
"Who is the Court (hic) ?" inquired
Mr.. Morris. On being informed that the
occupant of the bench was the Judge.
Mr.. Morris looked at the Justice with
puzzled air, scratched his head in m cf-
fort to collect his scattered thoughts and
calculated, "(bic) - her (his) Id
iool-she's my wle-(hic) she is--thal',
Esther-my wife Esthcr-you're drunk,
or-oh, don't bother me (hie)" and he
started to go.
"Lock up the prisoner for contempt ol
court, said Mrs. Morris to an officer.
what have you to say about it, eh p
blurted out Mr.. Morris, staggering men
acingly toward the Judge.
You'll find that have all 10 say about
it. Officer, lock him up" replied her
Honor.
Although badly mixed, Mr.. Morris be.
gan 20 get glimmcr ol the truth, and
began to parley:
Now, loot here Mr.. Officer, don't You
be in hurry. didn't mean anything
wrong. ! want just 10 talk with my wife
minute. Now Esther, what's the use Of
foolin. you iist git down out o there and
60 home and behave yourself I'll tend
TO this little matter myself Now 20
right along, the baby wants nursing. /
had to give it Mrs. Winslow to get it to
sleep when came down. Hes hungry,
for he wont use that old bottle, and don't
blame him neither. The dishes aint wash.
ed, nor the beds made neither. And
what's more, aint going to DO it any
ilOlC HONs lOu HCtl tIltt NoN HtslIt
along"
BY the time Mr. Morris had delivered
himself of this, his tone had changed as
his feelings warmed, from that OF expos.
tulaiion to that Of command again, and
the officer forced him into the rudely con.
strucled lookup in the rear OF her Hon
ors court, and there Mr. Morris vas lett
to reflect upon The situation, and gaze up.
on the dividing wall between himself and
wife rs the dividing line between mans
and women's rights under this new dis.
pensaIion.
On the following morning Nh Morris
was arraigned before her Honor, and in
the most sober and subdued manner, and
with the deepest humiliation, pleaded
guilty, asked the pardon of the court lOr
contempt, begged its clemency, and then
awaited its sentence with humility and
resignation.
Alter giving the prisoner It Caudle
lecture rs amended by the laws Of Wy.
oming, her Honor imposed the usual fine
and required the prisoner to give bonds
to keep the peace, upon which the Courl
gallantly offered to let him 60, and Mr..
Morris vanished