The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-31
From the Detroit Free Press.l
HIS HONOR AND BIJAH.
An Hour at The Central Station Court.

An hOur Nv Iue OeuLIHl DbdllOH OOurJ'
BiJah was telling the reporters about an
uncle of his who shook hands with George
Washington when he suddenly observed
blue-bottle fly on the window. He crcpt
over and got the broom, but the fly left the
window for the ceiling.
"Wait now, and I'll break every bone in
his body I" whispered the old man.
He drew the broom back, whirled it
around and made an awful blow. His
Honor stepped into the door at the instant,
and his new silk hat was knocked sky
high. Bijah jumped for the fly as his
Honor Jumped for the hat, and while the
fly escaped the hat--Weil, it was sad
hat to see. 1t was a flat hat, and broken
and bent and his Honor's feelings were
too deep for utterance as he picked it up
and placed it on chair.
He locked at Bijah
Biiah looked at the hat.
"Wretch T. he finally said, 81 want to
see you down behind the saw-mill after
court closest"
81 wouldn't have done it tor no mans
eleven cents ~ whispered Bijah to himself
rs he made ready to open court.
BAD ACCIDENT.
Artemus Clark limped a horrible imp
as he came out of the corridor, and his
imagined that he had swallowed a curry
comb or a ball of yarn.
"Well, sir ?" sharply inquired the court.
"Wall, I'll tell you how it was" re-
piled Clark. Il was going down Bates
street, when | trod on an orange pecling
and feel"
"Pooh :" exclaimed his honor.
'Don't you believe me ?"
mo, Sir, l don't y
'I'm telling the solemn truth, | am. |
fell, almost broke my leg, nearly broke my
back, hurt my hip, and was calling for help
when the officer arrested me-"
$50 here, Clark, how many times have !
sent you up?'
"Twce, guess.
-Four times as the bird ilies and you
told that story every time Do you imagine
that because Tn fat and bad-headed l
have no memory
II want to 20 to California" said the
prisoner suddenly changing the subject.
"You are betty specimen to go travel
ing, you are, I'll take care of you, my
giraffe. Tour sentence is sixty days
SOME TEARS.
"Ow ow ~ sobbed Mrs. Mills as she
faced the desk, chow can ever live
through this ~
"Do you feel bad :" asked the court, as
he hunted through his pockets for a har-
vest apple,
"Oh yes sir-oh, oh-dear sir--ob
oh !"
"Bijah, you may go in and psepare some
camphor and water, and mustard plaster"
observed the court.
''Ele needn't-he shau't ~ she exclaim-
ed, sits my feelings, my heart which feels
bad -
=. .sA,1 hove No Jo,h. NJ, lf;,1, ,h,.
you will stand right there in your tracks
and tell ME that you didn't run after Mrs.
Thompson on the street and tear her bon
net off-a bonnet which cost her six dol
lars, and hadn't patch on it,
81 won't lie-no, | won't--I did tear her
bonnet Off"
''You did,"
. 81 did, but what did she do to me ? She
leaned over my gate, shook her fist like
that, stuck up her nose just so, and SAYS
she: 'Mrs. Mills, how many cow-hides did
ttake to make your shoes?' Would stand
that, your Honor?'
''Its tuif-it's tuff," unused the court,
''but you ought to bear and forbear. That
Free Press man attacks Bijah's feet once a
month all the year round, but Bijah for.
gives him. People have hurled slurs at
my feet time and agn, but | never talk
back. | shall have TO fine you five dollars,
Mrs. Mills"
She had the cash, and she banded it over
walked out, and remarked to a small boy
at the door,
I'm one who is going to stand up for
my feet if never have money enough to
buy another pair of embroidered silk stock
ings !"
"And I'll plank money on you every
time" replied the admiring boy.