The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-10-28

scrip and peach stone.
Never mind, replied the boy, Il hadn't
intrinsic value
II hadn't, eh2 erowled The old iauilor'
inst want to catch the wolf who absorb.
ed g.!
nEA1u BED REPENTANCE,
Joseph Lawlor, said his Honor, as a
edcdged individual meandered out
OF The corridor, Your doom Is sealed,
I'm awful sorry, sir, replied the pris-
oucr. I've been crying all the morning
and
Prisoner at the bar, you have been
here lime and time sgaiu; You have lied
70 me dozen times; you have taken
solemn oaths only 70 break them; You
have skulbed under brush fence like
gobor when yon might have sat on re-
served seat and been seen by all men,
like Pig Iron Kelly. am going to bar
rel you up for ninety days,
/ cried Tor more'n -four hours this moru-
ing, sir, and lpromised the angels that
would break right off.
can't help the angel business; you
are going up. Lead him into The corri-
dor, Bljah, chalk his back in due form
and then set him down on that old stove
boiler 10 mediate aud wait, The court
Is patient and long suffering, but she
can't endure everything.
HE SOLD FISH.
John Cobard, is it right for man to
get drunk aud throw rocks at hackmen
aud declare that be can whip the mayor
Of Detroit in York minute1 asked the
court Of The next prisoner.
wish hadn't dOue t. exclaimed
tho prisoner suddenly overcome with
| sorrow.
All, that's the way of life, John Cobard.
Somewhere or other I've seen poem
commencing;
"Of all sad words Of tongue or pen,
The saddesi are these:
! wish hadn't done it.
Have yon any excuse to oiIerl
Yes, sir, ! sell dsh.
Are you one OF those fellows who go
around yelling Fee.resh Whee.ite fi-isb,
and disturbing everybody
We have to holler, your Honor.
l'm glad I've caught you, Mr. Cobard.
Many's the time I've wanted to get down
my shot gun and shoot at the fish ped
Glers, and many's the time I've promised
myself to plaster on the sentence If
ever got hold Of one Of the craft.
never'll hoIer no more pleaded the
man.
DO you mean that you will walk
around quietly and keep your mouth
shut?
Yes, do, sir,
! did want to send you up for fifty-fye
/ years.
Oh, don't--dont think OF it
Yoo'l agree 10 quit hollering5
will--Iust Try me once.
Well, continued his Honor as he snnf,
ed at a big harvest apple, III let you of
on these conditions. II you have fish tC
sell it doesn't follow that you nigh
scream house down to make sale =
Go forth, sir, fee man, but keep YOU
promise, or IN have The mounted police
bring you 10 here again dead or alive.
NOT RESIDENT.
belong IN Chicago, was Martha Nor
/ tou's greeting as she faced the desk.
4 cau't help that.
And I've got my trunk packed to q
oat Tonight, she continued.
Silence,
And I'm gong iii kills me.
More silence.
Aud I'm going 10 have q lawyer II ihi
trial goes Oh.
sill ealing biz apple.
And ltm going 70 see II the police hat
auy rIgbl 70 arrest me.
Last bite.
+ lfthey hadn't III make il cost 'eu
! $40, 900 apiece.
Maflha Morton, said The court, a. Ii
threg The apple core away and wipe
bis chin, do you realize that you At
, standing ia the shadow Of destruction, 4
il weref
want lawyer, she answered.
DO yoa realize that The brink Of a
.awm! legal cha.m j. ~ your feet
Msitnas
Sic looked down, failed to see th
/, bring, aud replied:
SELL loa l'm going TO Chicago e
nisbt.
Life i very uncertain, Miss Morton
/ Ne are Aere to-day Tomorrow We ma
be 81 Chicago, or VIC may not. a
beaithy AZ am myseif ! mag be dea
before / reach home aud get away wit
: uiy breakfast. Lille ala you thin
3 when sou we're proving around la
d night, smashing wiudyws aud raisiu
n Disturbances that the morning sun woal
u thiae upon your cell.
ii took three u en- 70 bring me herr
d SHE exelalmed IN tones of great t.
d. anpA.
.e Bot q viii only take Que 70 carry u
e away Go in aad take seat numb
three on TIC blue saw horse, and wit