The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-05-16
Justice in Detroit.
Free Press.l

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"But the paper will go right on"
said one. ,
"Tm afraid so-afraid So" sighed
the old man. eyes, 1 'spose it won't be
a week before it III have another fling at
my feet, or be denying that 1 was the
mar in this country VINO invented
soothing syrup for children and jugs
with two handles on 'em."
THE LOST BOY.
A little carving here and there-a
little trimming up and cutting down
would have made a good-looking man
of him. He limped as he came out,
and he dropped one shoulder and sided
along like a man who had a contract to
bring out a dozen boils of uncommon
size.
"What ails yep asked the court as
he looked down upon him.
"What ails me? Why, I ache all
over. I believe I've been mortally in
jured somewhere"
William Manning, there's a. wild
look in-your eye, a terrific bang in your
hair, and mud enough on your back to
make a brickls You were found drunk,
sir, and now, as the fierce grasp Of out
ragged law squeezes you close, how do
you pleadf"
Judge, l plead that Pm a lost boy.
1 lett home yesterday and got lost. I
amt half SO old as 1 look to be-rm
only a boy. | spect my mother here
every minute"
"The law, sir, applies to boys as well
as men. AT one o'clock in the morning,
when the low moon was making ready
to change to her first quarter and give
us some more good weather for trans
planting horseradish, you were found on
the stairs of the Board of Trade build
ing, sleeping like a bebemoth. They
had to draw you down stairs, balance
you on a plank, and as you were being
carried to the station your regular
breathing WIS proof that nothing you
cared if they let you sleep in the cell
where they were going to put you"
"But l didn't mean to, Judge-honest
Injun, I didn't"
"Ahi wild-eyed William Manning,
you can't come to our town and encum
Der the main stairs of our Board of
Trade building with your lifeless form
and expect to escape all punishment
cpl never cucumber 'em again, Judge
NOT even if Pm offered ten shillingsl
This has been a great lesson to me,
Judge. / might live ten million years
and yet l wouldn't forget it. Say,
Judge, 1 want to leave this townl 1
want to begin right off to make for the
country |"
The court regarded him with an awful
look, and the prisoner continued:
"The air here makes my head ache,
and I want to get out where the breezes
sweep over green hills and greener
meadows. Come, Judge, don't mash my
walking prospects,"
His Honor pointed to the door.
Twas enough.
Mr.. Manning didn't wait for the
pocket-comb and ~orange-peel which the
police took from his pockets the night
before, to prevent suicide, and when he
turned the first corner he was ten feet
ahead of the grand yell set up by the
boys.
The NORTH Poll
Bijah brought out a solid hunk Of
humanity WILL ldCC DO CAplSoSlOulCSo de
a wash-board, and feet covered with all
sorts of clay, and left him at the desk
with the explanation:
"He's a Pole, and if he isn't the North
Pole, he's in the next fence corner to it.
"Son of down-trodden Poland, wha'
is your name ?" asked his Honor.
He didn'ts say.
"Well, it's all the same," continued
the court. "Kosciusco fell, and so die
you. He fell upon the field of glory
and you fell upon the sidewalk. I'm
derstandF"
He didn't say.
"Pole, child of a far-off country, 20,
may be deaf and dumb, but Pm goiny
to tell you it was a mean trick in you t
empty your pockets for the sake of fill
ing your system with whisky. I dom
doubt that you have a large family a
home, and that they need every shillin,
of your wages. Don't you feel ashame'
all overT
He didn't say.
"He don't cater to our language ex
planned Bijah.
"Then Ill cater to him" exclaime'
the court. Leaning forward until h
could almost put his finger on the pris
oner's nose, he continued:
"Martyr to liberty, look me in tn
eyel You don't seem to have any ca
for our musical language, but Pm goin
to tell you all the same that if you az
pear here again I'll have you put benin
the bars so quick that you won't hav
time to wipe off your feet! Now 20
r travelp"
He went.
, HE LITTLE GARDEN.
! James Cable lives on Brush-stree'
/ He has about as much ground aroun
r his house as a feather-bed would cove
. but he did not mean that ground shoul
r go to waste.
? He bought a little spade,
And he bought a little rake,
l And in the dusk of evening
His onion beds did make.
. He carted home seed onions and pr
them where they would do the mo-
good, and cucumber seeds were tucke
away to blossom and bear fruit in til
8 bye and bye. James Cable folded b
t arms when his garden was finished an
!, proudly said:
d ain the cool of evening, when tt
labors of the day are ended, here will
come to study the progress of natur
! and gain additional agricultural stati
9 tics. Yes, you bet l willF'
Four speckled hens, out for a walk,
Espied those garden beds;
i And the four in chorus cackled loud
And softly shook their heads.
The leader said: "For this ERE work
I think I am a match;
l. And l invite the rest of you
Il To come up to the scratch"
They tore the bed from end to end,
d And threw each onion out;
And scratched the seed both right and left
And spared no peeping sprout.
d When MI. Cable went out to survt
his agricultural enterprise and saw Il