The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1876-07-20
NUMBER l2.
Detroit Court Matters.

right knee, a large patch on his left knee,
to match it. Both coat tails were gone,
the buttons were off both side of his vest,
and both eyes had been blacked by some
ones fists. His hair was parted in the
middle, and no man in town could have
been more evenly balanced.
"Were you run over by drove of
cattle?" asked his Honor as he looked
down upon Mr.. Austin.
81 don't remember that was" replied
the man.
els that your everyday style of wear.
ing your eyes, or have you had them
decorated for some special occasion ~
queried the court.
:" I think had fight" was the hest.
tating reply.
cit does look like it. I suppose you
mangled tre other man all to pieces?"
{" suppose So"
"What is your programme now?"
" ! expect to be sent up for twenty.
eight days"
"Yes, I expect you will be. 1t isn't
right for strangers to come here and raise
rows, and Pm glad to find "a man who
feels as 1 do. But I'll have to say thirty
days"
"Don't. Make it twenty-eight o,
thirLy-two."
"Thiriy is my lowest figure" contin.
ued The court, "but you can make even
numbers by serving sixteen days and then
fourteen more. 1t will need at least
thirty days to restore your eyes to theil
right color and get your coat tails wi.ed
on. Take seat on the whitewash pail
Mr.. Austin, and believe there's piece
Of cocoanut in there somewhere for you
to wear away time on"
CERTAINLY HE WOULD"
Behind his back was the brick wall o.
a stable. In front of him was we'll
paved alley, which stretched away until
lost in tie dim distance. A barrel o.
ashes stood GU. ID at his right and to the
left was an old wagon whose sands of life
had run out. 1t was not beautiful spot
not such a place as Dom Pedro would
journey far to see and linger long beside
but it was good enough for a man whose
legs were weak, eyes heavy and head sc
large that he wore his old hat on his ca r
He was signing and groaning and moan
ing when the officer got hold of him
and he only revived sufficiently to mur
mur:
"Never did care much for soy wazzer
Fits juz same you I'll take zhin an zhu'
aIr!"
"Yopng man." said the court in q
hoarse voice, when he had listened to the
above, edo you know that you are drift
;ng down to degradation?"
"Is that 2" exclaimed the prisoner
looking around in alarm.
"Yes, sir, you are. When man gets sc
that his hat won't fit his head, and tha
he can sleep on the starboard side. of al
alley as we'll as in forty dollar bed, he
is very near the mi"gin of that river
which floats him into an pnhOnOred
grave"
"Gosh!" whispered the man.
"NOw, sir, do you mean to be good
to float on a level with good sociery-tt
be a man smong men, or do you want t.
die as the horse dies, and have a bast
bait match playing over your grave as
requiem?" j..
IL want to be good--certainly do,'
said Mr.. Hopkins. "Pve allus wanted
to be more or less good"
81 could send you up for six months, u
continued the court feeling of his ear
"I could put you where cherry-pie was
never heard OF, and where starched shirt
bosoms are never even spoken of except
in low whispers"
"I believe you could" replied the
prisoner, "but don't do it.; give fellow
another chance"
"Have you ever been here before2"
"Certingly not"
"And you want to 60 homer"
"I do. Pm homesicker'n dog. I'd
give million dollars if l was in my
back yard now."
"l'm going to let you 60, Mr.. Hopkins
but you know the state Of my feelings
toward you. If you come again Pll know
that you had rather be low down mar
than great statesman, and I'll give vol
a dose of fatherly advice and House o
Correction so we'll mixed together tha
you won't get over it in six months b.
the clock.
Certainly you would, and shouldn'
blame you," replied the farmer, and h
bowed to his Honor, 10 Bijah, to th
clerk, and stepped softly out and triet
to borrow ten cents to get what he callet
"sand hamwich' for breakfast.
1T SLIPPED.
Joseph Strong was on his way to- th'
Centennial. He couldn't explain wher
he was on his way from, but thought /
was from Brewster street. He get dowl
as far as Atwater street, and there h
met a man who told him he could hav
twice as good time by going to tn
Black Hills. They went into a salool
to find map of the Hills, but the saloon
keeper hadn't any. The stranger sal
they would start from Whisky Point a
beginning, and he called for the decsr
ter with a cob cork in it. Joseph didn'
want any strong drink. He had alway
hated liquor ever since he was two hour
cd, but he did take look at the d.
canter to see whether there were an
spring doors in it.
"And, naturally enough, you wer
found lying Oh the walk about two hour
aft ,rward, said his Honor.
"It WIS over three hours" proteste
the prisoner.
can hour on drunk makes no diffel
ence in the eyes of the law. l suppos
you plead guilty."
"No, sir; don't"
"The officers here who drew you alon
the floor by the leg, because you wei
dead drunk, will all testify that yo
couldn't lift finger"
"Perhaps I'd bten run over" sul
gested the prisoner.
"Show me some bruises to prove it. y
The prisoner started to pull of hi
coat, drew it on again, and wanted
,-now If the case couldn't be adjourne'
until after the Fourth.
Eyes, sir, it can" replied the court
"adjourn you on sentence of sixty day'
and If that isn't long enough you ca
have an extra month tackled on"
eff I was drunk then the whisk
slipped down me when l wasn't lool
ipei" exclaimed the man.
You should have been looking" ws
the curt reply, and Joseph went in an
hauled the other man of the pail.
TEARS are copiously showered ovt
frailties the discOverer takes q maliciOl