The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1881-05-07

"Are you ready IN the Bramlett
case, Mr.. Quillet~ said the Judge
as he began to rub the left side Of
his nose with his finger.
"We are ready for trial on the
part of the State, may it please the
Court" replied Mr.. Outlet in his
deep bass voice.
"Are you ready for the defense,
Mr.. RocklandW
The individual addressed, slowly
and deliberately turned his head
first to the left, then to the right,
and finally fixed his eyes on the
Court. After gazing at the Judge
for moment, he turned towards
Lottie and stood still as if expect,
ing her to say something,
"Yes, papa, tellthe Judge we
are ready," said Lottie in a clear,
firm tone.
1--WE are ready for the defense,
| believe, sir, growled the iron law.
yer as he resumed his seat and rest
ed his brow on the table in front
of him, as if he was not at all in
terested in what was goiug on about
him.
"Call the venire, Mr.. Sheriff."
said the Judge.
The first man called was Gabri-
ell McCracken "a little man with
a large rcd noSo and pock marked
face.
"Have you formed or expressed
any opinion as to the guilt or inno-
cenco Of the prisoner at the bar?'
said Mr.. Outlet.
Il have" replied McCrack
en-.
"Stand aside, sir. Call the next ju.
ror, Mr.. Sheriff"
Thomas Tadler was the next man
called, and ho had formed and ex
pressed an opinion, consequently
was disqualified. The torIy-Sev-
enth man was The first one who
had not formed or expressed an
opinion about the case or any 9th,
er thing. lie was a tall, hump.
shouldered, slim man, with weak
watery eyes aud three cornered
head, tapering to a point in front;
and an idiotlc looking face, covered
with long tangled beard. His coat
contained as many different kinds
OF cloth, as a prize guilt al an agri.
cultural fair, so often had it been
patched.
"What is your name, sir?" deman,
ded MIR. Outlet.
"Obediah Crookwood, sir"
"What is your occupation, Mr
CrookwoodW
II am a peanut peddIer."
"Have you formed or expressed
an opinion as to the guilt or limo.
cence Of the prisoner at the bar2'
"No, | hain't; never heard nothin'
about the concern"
"Where do you residew
"Tother side of the bayou"
"What is your age?"
''Don't 'zackly know; spose some
where 'twixt thirty and fifty"
Are you a married man"
"Not now; use to was"
"Your wife is dead then, sup
pose"
"IIer sort don't die"
"Where is your wife then?"
"She's livin' with another feller."
GLOW does it happen that your
wife is living with another man?'
eve swapped wives"
"Then you have got his wife, and
he has yourSp
"No, not zactly, for hizen repudi-
ated the trade and ran off with Jim
Stckler and left me widower."
"lf your honor please" said Mr..
Outlet, II think this is a compe-
tent juror"
"What does the defense say;' de.
manded the Judge.
MIR. Rockland waved his hand to,
wards the jury box without utter
ing ia word, and again leaned his
head on the table.
"Take your seat in the jury box,
Mr. Orookwood," said Mr.. Outlet
The next man called was coal
black negro, with broad fiat nose
and fared nostrils, thin lips and a
mouth extending from ear to ear
"What is your name, sir?" en-,
quired Mr.. Outlet.
solomon, sar."
"What is your Christian name
Mr.. Solomonw
"I's got no Christian name, boss
--Ps SINNER"
"Have you got no other name
but Solomonp