The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1874-08-14

crox. pm,sE sxercuEs.-lFfom the De-
.-a;+ Free Press.l-" Martin Detsny, sec
<-rev hairs on your head, the wrinkles OF oia
sno on vour face, and you look like one VINO
as;n soon fall away and be gathered 10 us
ts.hsrs You are going on sixty years VI
are. and here you are charged WIN vi un; :,
enness. Speak, aged pine, ana 'eii INC % -
ou moh can but tell the truth. l did II
with nv little bottle" replied the oid MN III
husky tone. ,ot.,o os millions
have teen before you. You seem 10 Ies's'
il now, but last night, when you "ele ,, ia,i
Hing around with SPADE IN your n"n "1,
wbooDips. bowling. and terrl,yins sua'',
children. you didn't care wDetuel senou WI
kent or not. ieel like ad'islns you ~ -
hep. y, n,e.s your children to your bosom,
non'o 80 r,,r vile and promise them that
ont anot6er drop of liquor will ever pass
ronr Iirs: hot it isn't my sympathetic morn
Ing, and Ill make /! ten doi'ars OF i''"e''
days" ,ro - tho nr;n,o
of life, with red nose anu m,iteu o,,.a' ,
YOU are charged with vagrancy," reinafheo
bis Honor.
nYes sir. that's the charge, written ID
letters nm inch hiab, and yet you are young
have cor s,itution like boarding house put
Tor a font AS large az a canole-5oX, ano, LOT
some reason. decliue to earn your own Dread
and butter"
81 do, en-"
DYES. sir, Won do. You have been wan
aor,np about the alleys, sleeping on the
xyharTes and Standing on the corners, while
avnn the crippies have labored for honest
bread"
"They have; eh?'
uYcs. sir. they have, and you had ought TO
teal ashamed Of yourself, and 90 and drown
Yourself. sir. But you won't do 1t. III!
Send Won TO the " rk-house for four months
"You will, eb!"
.Yes. sir, will. Take him to the Black
Maria, Bijll, and if you can get al e'sot-
onnrn tack under him the ride will 10 more
good" J., o,.
ing great noise and collecting crowd, ana
now She can't remember anything about II.
She can't remember Of biting polceman's
fender knuckcs, or of the happy little songs
she INDUCED in after being locked up. :,
nThere's no use in winkinS at me-
said his Honor, with shake Of his head
uii,s a clear case, and law is law. You are
vouny vet, May, and it makes me sad to see
Sne in the bud of life recklessly trampling
under foot the opportunity to become great
woman. Joan of Arc hadn't your chance.
Victoria Woodruff wasn't known 10 the
world at courage. Susan b. Anthony didn't
get her name in the newspapers until she
was a hundred years old. Why don't you
emulate some of those hcroines!"
"Em who?" inquired the prisoner.
alt is evident TO me-" inquired the Court,
in changed voice, "that you have no asplra-
t,ons-no lonaiD2s for fame. You had
rather be hen on the fence than an eagle
among the clouds, and I'll make it sixty
days"
Jam sent up?" she replied.
"You are"
"Then draw the dagger and strike me
here!" she cried, putting her hands on hei
corset and rolling up her eyes. BIah put h's
arms around her slender waist and told bel
that his Honor had left his dagger at home
for the cook to peel potatoes with, and ne
asked her tor his sake to consent to liVea re"
DAYS longer, as onions and radishes were
lust beginning to sprout, and he had seer
three new hand-organs on the street ina
morning.