Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-12-16
NORTHERN TRIBUNE.
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4 SATURDAY. DECEMBER 16. 1882.
BY JUDGE CLARK.

I 1t was my first case of Importance.
and had taken it on speculation. If
succeeded, it woull not only be a feather
in my cap, but neat sum in my pocket;
if didn't, it would be at the cost of a
deal of labor wasted and sound legal
drubhing at the hands of Naboth Twys-
colt who appeared on the other side.
The fight was long and bitter, but
ended 10 Q swinging verdict for my Gil
emit. ~ - iJ 81 H.
will Jundle pay up, or shall ! issue
an executiOn"I asked TwyscOtt a lit
tie jubilantly, as we left the court
room.
With the tip of his right fore6nger,
Twyscott pulled down his left under
eyelid, and with tantalizing wink in
CURED:
"Do you see anything green, Mr..
Craye?"
Next day he filed a motion for new
trial on forty-seyen several grounds.
The Judge, after hearing argument.
didn't surrender. He appealed from
court to court till he reached the last;
but il was not until he had been beaten
through them all, and his last legal gun
had been spiked, that he suffered his
client to pay.
1t was too late to put the money in
the bank the day Jundle paid 1T over.
OF course he had hung back till the last
minute. However, it was not very
bulky roll, being all in thousand dollar
notes; so just slipped it into secret
pocket of my coat, where it would be
safe till morning.
We lived, my wife and l, in a snug
little cottage near the city. We had
been married not quite year. In fact,
it was mainly on the strength OF my ex-
pectations from "the case," which Twys-
colt was only fighting for delay, that L
had ventured to ask Phoebe Harland to
complete our somewhat lOng-standing
engagement.
had promised Phoebe so many things
out of the case that l had forgotten halt
of them; but there was little doubt that
a strict account of them was laida away
in her own memory, and feared that
the sum total would make large hole
in my share of the spOils.J
know it was mean thing, and can
hardly think what put 1t into my head,
for fully intended to deal squarely by
Phoebe, but on the train homeward IL
somehow occurred to me that there was
no need of hurry in telling her that !
had got the money. 1t would do as well
after had settled with my client, and
knew exactly how l stood.
Phoebe met me so lovingly, and mad
such nice little supper waiting just
the dishes she knew | liked best-and
was so chatty and pleasant all the even
ing. that I wonder how kept the guilty
secret. but somehow did keep 1t.
was awakened next morning by q
messenger with telegram summonlng
me at once to town to draw Mr. Ban
toms will. Ihastened to catch the early
train, which was just In time to do
Mr.. Banton was rich, retired merchant
whose patronage was not to be neglect
ed.
instead of finding him in ortremis,
not a little surprised at seeing Mr.. Ban
ton in dressing-gOwn and slippers, en-
loving a hearty breakfast. OF course ne
didn't need my services. He had, Ill
fact. been worse scared than hurt.
II was not until / reached my office
that noticed / had on different coal
from that worn the day before, which
heinp little the worse for use, Phoebe
had strongly objected to my wearing OF
late. More than once she had threaten
ed to sell it or give it to the rag-man
She must have slipped another in Its
Mace the night before, and in the hurry
of nv morning toilet, had failed t(
note the change.
I was a little annoyed when, at later
hour. nv client, Jonas Swirl call to set
tie and get his share of the money. lie
was very suspicious person. and wher
I explained the change Of coats and th'
absence of the cash, / fancied he LOOKED
lust trife distrustful. Still. he SAT-
nothing, and went away promising u
come back tomorrow.
7 hardly stopped to return Phoebe
kiss that evening before running up I
the closet to look for my old coat. |
was not there. tossed everything up
side down, rummaged all the drawers
searched every hook and peg; Dut I'm
missing garment was nowhere VisiDi'
"Ph9bepT cried, running down 10 In
dining-rOOm where she was pussy prepaI
teal"Ph9be! where's the coat wor
yesterday" ttt Ia
"That old One?'
"Old or new, where is it!" demand
ed.
I'm afraid I seemed to speak harshl!
but was only excited.
Phoebe looked scared. had never az
dressed her 80 before. ~. "a
Forgive me, George" she faltered.
"Forgive you for what?'
T-Ithere was a peddler CON
along to-day, and-I exchanged your OF
coat-you know it wasn't TT to wes
any longer dear, for a pair of the low
lest little flower vases-Hve been wal
inc for YOU to notice them, but--but--
NV looks must have terrified her, Il
she burst into tears sObbing out:
II didn't think you would miss
George" CgXNTgAf W "a
Poor Phoebe, 1T was the FIRST time