The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-02-14
AT THE DETROIT CENTRAL STATION.

Il don't care a cent for your crOw-bars ant
| crOss-cut saws-I don't want to know what I'm il
here for!' exclaimed Orlando Jackson as he cam,
out.
'sBe gentle, be kind, be patient answered hi
Honor, as he looked over lis papers.
you've no right to keep me in here, and vol
can't do it!' continued Orlando.
"Ah! here's the paper-the charge is drunken
ness"
Its le!" shouted the prisoner
His Honor laid down the paper and looked al
Orlando for long minute.
You could have heard a snowflake fall.
Come, hurry up with this NONSENSE ex-
claimed the prisoner, putting his hat on his
his head.
In low, sweet voice, unmingled by single
passionate strain, his Honor replied:
81 make it three months. and if you don't take
of that hat Eli have Bijah take all your hair off
with it,
''Well hain't-."
The court raised his hand, pointed to the cor
ridor, and Orlando was drawn in among the saw
horses and oil cans.
A FIEETING SHOW.
Guilty Of being drunk, and want to go up
for three MONTHS" said Thomas Payon, as he
stepped out.
His Honor nodded, the prisoner retired, and
all was over in sixteen seconds.
THE MISSING BRIDE.
"Whv, where am 2" inquired Augusta Peters
a dame of forty-ive, as she stepped out.
among thy friends, noble Countess Of WAN
dotte," replied the court
Why, what happened Is this hospital ?"
she continued, as she gazed around, apparently
much astonished.
We often make people SICK" replied his
Honor, as he opened the warrant.
Il must have fallen down in q fit. All, |
now" she said, as she tied her bon
net strings.
Come, 'Gusta, no more fooling," he replied |
!. You've been here twenty times, and you can't
hrow sand into my eyes by any such nonsense.
hight"
"oh! your Honor, I was-I own up-rm
orry-never any mOre--Oh ] feel 30 bad"
Didn't warn you last week?'
8 You did-oh you debut I'm going to get
married. tonight to Mr.. Jackson. and you must
ct me off"
g I'D like to see you married off and occupying
hve.story residence, continued the court;
but justice cries aloud fir vengeance, and |
hall make it SIS or thirty days.
: Here! come here.'' whispered Augusta,
mapping her fingers at some one in the crowd.
sckly-looklng man, about five feet high with
mammoth comforter tied around his cars
beyed her beck, and was announced as her
lturc husband
/" Do you love her? 2" inquired the court.
" KINDER Y replied Jackson. ,
well, you'll have to pay her fine or see her
Mr. Jackson pulled out a very large wallet.
,ok a long time to look it over, aud finally laid
own three ten.cent pieces and four coppers {
" Can't do it I! called his Honor, as ne turned s
way from the bonanza, the bridal feast must
att"
''Oh Judge - Oh darling = Oh. you dear r
an !" walled Augusta, but she was waited away '
seat in the Maria
A MARTYR WAS HE. I
-" Disturbing the pace said his Honor as =
lmuel Lewis, colored, stood on the line.
" Sturbing the peace, eh?" t
:" Yes, sir you are charged with throwing b
one through a saloon window"
" Proving stun, eh?" b
Z" Yes, sir throwing stone and then running b
'ay" s
8 Runnin away, oh:" a
g Yes, sir; what have you got to say for your
III" G
. Dey said Erode stone. eh?' n
a And dat run away" fl
. Yes, sir. n
. And dat was cotched?" g
Yes. sir" p
: And dat was fetched here?" N
Yes, sir do you plead guilty or not guilty." n
The prisoner buttoned up his coat, shifted q
,und to face the audience and then sire Chez tc
his arm and demanded: tc
Whars de man who said Erode a stun -
so answer.
Whar's the man who says run aWay?" II,
Painful suspense.
Whars the accuser? B
The officer in the case had failed to put in an ia
)earance, as well as the witnesses, and the pc
soner was discharged. lie left the court room m
h dignited step. and as a crowd assembled la
und him at the door he was heard saying: DC
Sposen hadn't stood up dar and made dem an
'eches. Whar' would be now?' III
md the old north wind moaned around the ar
oles, tumbled over the houseroofs and sadly tn
loed: "Wharl Free Press. tn
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The Chicago Tribune, good Republican author
:, thus ailudes 10 the new Rhode Island Pr
i.eu states senator m
Ambrose Z. Burnside is made up Of about
lal parts of luAuriant side whskers, insup-
table egotlsm and political bigotry. His n,
ms. if he ever had any long since run to seed I'll
his skull is as empty as farmers barn in sa
orr. ali