St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1881-02-26

officer testified to the furnishing
condition III which he found the
children. but said not syllable
about what he had done to relieve
them.
Poor Lena stood trembling before
the judge. Thereupon u miner rus
tied through the crowd, and stood
before the bench cycling the judge.
with deprecating look.
Il declare to the Almighty,
jedgs." said he, II never knew the
state of Jim Dawson children, and
II 1 dit"
He dropped a twenty into Lena's
trembling hand.
You jest knowed as much about
it as other folks" exclaimed another
miner, excitediy, walking up and
putting another twenty into the
girls hand, with an indignant air
that flung back any latunt suspicion
that he knew anything Of the chill
,iren's distress, any more than any
body else.
Here long Aleck, a miner-so-
called on account of his height and
size-slld timidly and bashfully up
to Lena's side.
"Leeny." he said, in half whis-
per. hold yer pinafore;" and he
slipped two twenties into her apron;
and then slid back behind the crowd
into II corner. and holding bis hat
10 has face glanced timidly about to
see that he was completely out Of
sight.
Then came Wabbling Joe, who
was far more bashful than even
Long Aleck, but put ON q bold face
and laughed and talked loud to
make believe he was not bashiul
at all.
"Jedge!" cried Wabbling Joe.
laughing and nodding Familiarity at
the court to disarm thxt functionary
of possible iieor III the trial of the
case at hand Jedge. let, the girl
slide. She ain't done nuthln' but
what yon or I would do If we was
hungry"
Aud poor Lena was once more
the reclpent of another present.
The court held down h::s head
and smiled gravely at Wsbbling
Joe's defense of the accused, but
immediately recovering his gravity,
said:
Gentlemen, I appreciate yonr
liberality and generous sympathy
for the " uns offender, and am par
ticulariy impressed with the ingeni-
ous defense made by my friend,
Wabbling Joe"-here q good. ma
tured laugh esc,ped the. whole
crowd. AZ if to put the Judge in
good hunor-''but." continued his
honor. whatever might be the SYM
patlly Of the court for the sad con-
iition of the accused, there is q
public duty to be performed, and
the case must therefore proceed"
WHAT IL your lame. my girl2"
ask. d the court.
They call me Lena Dawson, SIR"
was the reply.
Call You Lena Dawson! And I
suppose Lena Dawson is yonr name,
is 1t not 2 observed the Judge.
mo, sir, it ain't," returned tlz
girl. MY father died when I vs.
Jn.y three years old. and mother
to Mr. Dawson some I
sftsrwnrd. My proper ralne
Madeline Winters, but they cal'
Lena, for short"
Madeline Winters, Where W..
Sou born?" asked the Judge.
"an knnsas City, sir" said Lena.
In kansas Ili,!' echoed the
;Ourt, in u voice of still deeper
gravity than before. And what
sas your mothers maiden name,
10 you know?'
Madeline Moses, sir" respond
ID Lena.
Madeline Moses! My God! My
iod! She was my sister ]"
And Judge Moses. overcome with.
bowed his bead ON the
iesk. while n torrent of tears fow-
ii down his face.
Just as the crowd. in obedience
o the dictates of deIicacv, we're
merging from the police court. to
It uncle an,l niece indulge in this
acred joy of mutual recognition.
i'm Dawson appeared at the door.
aving Just returned from his pros
'seting tour in EnrekA and. with
u inmate sense of propriety that
i'd honor to his acqunintances. who