Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-07-01

song comes undor the head OF disturbing
the peace. DO you know of any particu-
lar reason why l shouldn't mako an ex-
lie ofyou %
"I'd like to go to the circus" replied |
the man, after pondering over the query.
"The circus is passed and tho tumb.
ling is ended" continued the court, land |
| shall hang you on line to dry. Other
circusses will come, the clown will ask
the audience why an elephant is like a
brick, the acrobats will make their heels
break their nscks, the band will play and
the trick mule will close his eyes and feel
that he has heart after all. But you
won't be here, you won't even see one
end of one horse show for three months
to come"
81 dunno ri care much," replied the
man. scratching his elbow, and he fell
into chair in tho corridor without u
groan or sigh.
HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
A gentle youth with white and very
light moustache and good deal Of cloth
in his coat tails stubbed out at the call of
Charles Shakespeare. 1t was eNsy to see
that he was not common young man,
even though his paper collar hung by
one button hole, and there was cash in
his ear. His pose was perfect and fun of
grace, and Bijah scrutinized him and
whispered to himself:
"I'd give hull hen coop ii I could get
my feet under me in that aristocratic
style !"
. as this Mr.. Shakespeare ?" blandly
inquired his Honor.
at is, sir"
"Are you tho author Of Shokespcare's
works ?"
81 am, sir ~
"Did you writo Hamlet -
ayes, sir ~
guess not I" sighed his Honor, lay
ing his pen down so carefully that not the
least injury resulted.
"I'l bet you ten dollars I" exclaimed
the prisoner. "I guess | know mysolfas
well as anybody else can ~
Bijah skuked into the corridor to grin,
but the court called him out and said to
the prisoner:
"You are only deck-hand on n stoam-
boat, and was arrested for dghtng.---
Why do you stand up here and lie TO mo2"
81 haven't led sir"
But you are not the author Of Ham
| let"
"Tcn to ono-put up or shut up - was
the business-like answer.
"I'l shut you up, Mr.. Shakespeare,
for thirty days ! expect every prisoner
will lie more or less, but what look at
in your case is your check. The idea Of
your writing Hamlet !"
"Wen, Ibid, and wrote Gimlet, tool"
replied the great author
Bijah drew the crow-bar on him, and
took down the cross-cut saw and spit on
the teeth, but the prisoner insisted that
he was the man he represented himsol: TO
be, and he couldn't be bluficd.
TWO LITTLE STORIES.
"Ah Catherine, my Kate ~ sighed
bis Honor, as the same slim wasted fe
male and old straw hat followed BUah
out.
"What came for was to inquire about
} your health" she replied
(Which the same is excellant, Mrs.
Moody and now let US turn from the
subject Of health TO the subject Of getting
intoxicated and crawling under horse
barn on Bush street"
Don't abuse me, your Honor" she
walled, wiping great tears from her eyes.
at was only the other day that fell off
n wagon and struck on my head, and !
don't feel like | wanted fuss with you
this morning !"
"Seven times, Catharine, have you
been here before me-"
81 can't help IL, your Honor-I wish l
was paved street or n grocery store, or
n cat or somebody, and then | would hate
whisky"
There was n silence. Bijsh was seen
wiping his eyes on the corner Of the desk,
and the clerk, who has the reputation OF
being hard hearted capitalist, seemed
to exhibit considerable emotion.
"Catharinc Moody" said his Honor
after awhile, 81 wish you were an angel
and that every day Of the three hundred
and sixty.Gve, were full of sunshine and
happiness for you. ! don't know as any
thing can reform you, and don't see as
it does any good to imprison you. You
are n lone old woman, drifting through
life without one bright hope, drifting on
to death without a thing to look back tC
and make you regretthat you have grown
so old. ] will let you go. You are SC
old and feeble and broken down that
death must soon come. II may Tighten
your burden little if tell you to &c
} home, or to some garret which you cal
home"
She went out wlping her eyes, ant
young Ebenezer Thunderbolt, new
boot black from Chicago, said to the boy
around him
"If could work my jaws like that ole
philosopher up there dye s'pose I'd bt
around hero blackin' butes 2"-Detrof
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