The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-09-05
A CALIFORNIA ETCHING.

The District Attorney of Murderer's
Bar stood up to his knees in the Yuba.
But as his rubber boots came as high as
his hips there WAS no fear of his getting
wet, us he made the muddy river mud
der by his unceasing labor at the
rocker.
Distance lent beauty and picturesque
ness to the District Attorney. A near
view disclosed several details that were
not creditable TO the guardian of the
legal honor of Murderer's Bar His red
shirt, that hundred feet off would have
set an artist to sketching incontinently,
st ten would have made laundryman
groan. At photograph distance his
mother would have wept, for although
the District Attorney had only been
away from Yale two years, and in Cali
fOrnia one. his nose had acquired color
that, like the hue of choice meer-
schaum, could only have been gained
by steady effort. If the parson of his
native town could have been concealed
on the bank of the Yuba, he would have
changed his opinion of the District At
torney's natural piety, for although the
young man was of excellent family, he
took clay pipe from between his teeth
and swore ably at the poor results of an
hours hard washing, lying in the bottom
of the rocker. Then he looked up at
the sun and tranfrerred his profanity to
that body, as he took off his slouched
hat and wiped his forehead with his
sleeve. AS the District Attorney thus
stood scratching his matted head,
bravely arrayed figure, bestriding
gayly caparisoned mule, trotted down
the bank and cried OUT
81 say, sur, are We the boss lahyer ov
the Bar"
81 am" said the District Attorney,
putting on his hat.
A-e you on the marry?" the stranger
asked pleasantly, as he got off the mule
and took seat on a rock by the waters
edge.
"Eh ?"
els marrying in your line?"
ct don't catch your meaning" said
the District Attorney, anxiously.
Il mean have We liver done any mar
ryin' yerself," explained the stranger,
leisurely cutting a pipeful from plug
of tobacco.
"Well. no, said the District Attor-
ney. "Why ?"
Bekase I'd like to splice myself an
Mary Brady over at the Flat tonight
Mary, We know, daughter Of Ould
Brady, what keeps the deadfall-kin we
do il 2"
"Oh, certainly" said the District At
torney, without hesitation.
well, come on thin-there's horse
fur We at the cabin beyant.
Brown, who is distinguished lawyer
who with no bad habits, had his doubts
about it. He had never heard of a Dis
trict Attorney marrying people before.
But he remorsefully reflected that his
studies in his profession had not been
profound. Any way, it was reasonable
TO suppose that law, like morals and
religion, might relax in the California
atmosphere on this occasion. And SO
Brown has said, 81 made up my mind
TO risk it and go with Mr.. Finnegan
over TO the Flat. Besides, have al
WAYS prided myself on good memory,
30 I hadn't any doubt, after my pious
bringing up, that / could remember the
marriage service perfectly.
The wedding was to be celebrated at
the Cosmopolitan Saloon-Mr. Flnnegan
had been irreverent in calling 1t a dead
fall-and the District Attorney found
large and tipsy company making a tre'
mendous noise and pledging the expect
ant bride in raw rum, pending the ar
rival of the bridegroom and himself.
The company was larger than select,
The whole male populationlof the Flat