Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1878-06-20

Resolutions .tH
The question was then put on Gen.
Beatty's substitute, and it was voted down,
the appearance being that perhaps not
more than score voted for it, while the
shout of fsNe'' was thunderous one.
The platform, as reported by the COM
mittee, was then adopted without further
opposition.
The convention then adjourned, after
the Chairman had announced that a ratf-
ficatiOn meeting was to take place in the
Music Hall in the evening.
His Honor and BiJah.
Detroit Free Press.
Embossed? embossed? 20 Biiah was
saying to himself as he came in from his
| farm and began to set the chairs back.
ga stranger met me on the corner and
| called me an embossed catamaran. He
may be friend of mine, but when go
home Pm going to look the spellin-book
over and find what them words mean.
L know what anica, and vexation, and
prudential, and mustard plaster, and such
other big words means, but Pm little lame
on embossed. 1t may refer to agriculture,
or it may have something to do with poe
try, but
The old man looked out of the alley
| window, and in another moment he was
galloping wildly down that dear old shady
! lane leading from the station to his farm.
He fell through a hole in the fence, pIow-
ing his nose under a Spanish gourd which
was feebly lifting its head, and arose and
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half dozen young onions in his grasp.
For one long minute Bijah held the boy
up by clutch that included old hat and red
hair, and he seemed inclined to commit
murder. The sound of a steamboat whis-
tie caused him to forego his intentions,
and dropping the boy to the ground he
hissed:
| ''Pirate! Fiend! Turkl Communist
come hence! Highway robbery, with as
sassination thrown in, don't begin to COM
pare with this alabaster misdemeanor!"
''I'u pay ye five cents - gasped the boy
as he squirmed around.
EEFive cents! Great heavensi but five
thousand dollars would not settle this
easel" groaned Bijah. "You've tramped
down my catnip, smashed three sun-flow-
| ers, kicked over a West India tomato vine,
and here you've hawked on to no less than
six of my Norwegian onionsl Come
along. Justice is aching to break your
back and use the cords of your legs for
harp strings!"
IT WAS TOUGH.
The young invader was the first pris-
oner out. He had got through with his
tears, wiped his nose all he wanted to,
and it could be plainly seen that he meant
to make defense.
''Now, Mr.. JOy,'' began the court,
| F'pIease do your swearing in a very gem
tie tone of voice, ,and don't get excited and
break your pace. You will also stick to
the truth, and nothing but the TRUTH
The old man looked red in the face as
he took the stand and related the facts in
the case. He described his emotions as
he looked from the window and saw his
farm being invaded, and he swore that
the boy before him was none other than
the identical thief.
''Biier," began the boy as he braced up,
eve know We found me asleep in n base
ment, and that We brought me here cause
laffed at yer bald head Don't &C for to
swearing to lie, Bijerr'
''B-boy!'' began the old man, but his
Honor interrupted:
''Mr. Joy, have you any other wit
nesses ?''
"No, sir; but my word"
ssYour word, Mr.. JOY, is solid as far as
it goes, but justice must be done in this
case. The lads testimony must balance
yours. You have no witnesses-not even
the onions you claim he STOLE"
''SmelI of his hands!' shouted Biah-
'smen of his pawsp'
The boy had not been idle during the
few minutes he occupied a cell. He
; promptly held up his hands, and the court
bent over and snuffed at them.
''It was a moment of intense interest,
, but the boy was calm and confident.
s'Mr. JOY" remarked his Honor as he
settled back in his chair, ''this court de-
. tects faint smell of halibut, pitch, or
ange-peel and cigar-stubs, but not the
, slightest trace of onions. l must dis
charge him. Let this be a great moral
lesson to YOU never to put up job on 8
voung and innocent child again. Had my
nose been less discriminating, or had 1
not known yeu so well, this boy would
have gone to prison and his whole life
, been blastedi''
Biiah fell back. Pulling a beautiful
half-dollar from his pocket he whispered
: to the boy:
''Sonny, you good little angel, come
) into the corridor just a minute while
) beg your pardon"
5 eye can't sonny me-can't play no
s boot-jack over this innercentI' snsered
4 the lad, and he made dive through the
? crowd for the door.