Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-05-10

itants of Montreal, as soon as they found
out his wealth, were happy to make his
acquaintance, and remembered him as all
old friend. With the true spirit of an hon
est man, he has liquidated his debts to the
last farting and now with his still beautiful
wife, is travelling through Europe, happy
as any couple can possibly be on their bri-
dial tour.
HIS LAST COURT.
Old Judge Greyson, a Justice of the Peace,
was never known to smile. He came TO Ar
kansas wears ago, before "carpet baggers"
began their reckless sway, and year after
year, by the will of the voters he held his
place as magistrate. The lawyers who
practiced in his court never engaged in lev
fty. Every morning, no matter how the
Weather might be, the old man took his
place behind the bar, which, with his own
hands, he had made, and every evening,
at a certain time, he closed his books and
went home. No one ever engaged him in
private conversation, because, ne would
talk to no one. No one ever went to his
home, little cottage among the trees in the
CITY outskirts, because he had never shown
a disposition to make welcome the visits of
those who lived even in the immediate vi
cinity. His Office was not given him
through the influence of "electioneering,"
because he never asked any man for his
vote. He was first elected because, having
been once summoned in case of arbitra-
ton, he exhibited theexecutiVe side fsuch
a legal mind that the people nominated and
elected him. He soon gained the name of
'hard JUSTICE" and every lawyer in Ar
kansas referred to his decisions. His rul-
ings were never reversed by the higher
courts. He showed no sentiment in decis-
ion. He stood upon the platform of a law
which he made study, and no man dlspu-
ted him.
Several days ago woman, charged with
misdemeanor, was arraigned before him.
''The old man seems more than ever un-
steady" remarked a lawyer as the magis-
trate took took his seat. ~ don't see hoWa
man so old can stand theVeXatiOnS OF court
much longer"
81 am not we'll to-day" said the Judge,
turning to the lawyers, ''and any cases that
YOU may have you will please dispatch them
to the best, let me add, quickest, of your
ability"
Every one saw that the old man was unu-
sually feeble, and no one thought Of a
scheme to prolong discussion, for all the
lawyers had learned to reverence him.
"Who is the woman" asked the Judge.
"Who is defending her?
"I have no defense, your Honor" the
woman replied. "In fact, / do not think
that need, any, for [ am here to confess
nv guilt. No man can defend me-" and
she looked at the magistrate with a curious
gaze. I have been arrested on the charge
of disturbing the peace, and Pm willing to
submit my case. I am dying Of consumption,
Judge, and know that any ruling made by
the law can have but little effect on me;
and she coughed hollow, hacking cough,
and drew around her an old black shawl
that she wore. The expression on the face
of the magistrate remained unchanged, but
his eyelids dropped and he did not raise
them, when the woman continued: LAS L
say, no man can defend me. am too near
that awful approach, to pass which we know
is everlasting death to soul and body. Years
ago was child of brightest promise. I
lived with my parents in Kentucky. Way
ward and light hearted I was admired by all
the gay society known in that tneighborhood.
A man came and professed his love for me.
1 don't say this, Judge, to excite your SYM
pathy. I have many and many a time been
drawn before courts, but l never before
spoke of my past life"
She cOughed again and caught a flow OF
blood on her handkerchief which she press
ed to her lips. II speak of it now because
l know that this is the last court on earth
L
fifteen years old when I fell in love with
the man. My father said he was bad, but
l loved him. He came again and again,
and when my father said that he should
come no more | ran away and married
him. My father said should never come
home again. / had always been his pride,
and had loved him so tenderly, but he said
that / must never again come to his home
my home, the home of my youth and hap
piness. How longed to see him. How
yearned to put my head on his breast. My
husband became addicted to drink. He
abused me. l wrote to my father, asking
him to let me come home, but the answer
that came was, 81 do not know you!" My
husband died-yes, cursed God and died
Homeless and wretched and with my little
boy, I went out into the world. My child
died, and / bowed down and Wept over a
paupers grave. I wrote to my father
again, but he answered: II know not those
who disobey my commandments! J! l turn
ed away from that letter hardened. l
spurned my teachings. Now I am here"
Several lawyers rushed forward. "A Grim,
son tide flowed from her lips. They leaned
her Iifeless head back against the chair.
The old magistrate had not raised his eyes:
"Great God!" said a lawyer, che is dead"
The woman was his daughter.
ESCAPING 4 BL1ZZARD.-Ine IOllOWlHS
is from ga Miners Yarn" in the Minneap-
oils Tribune: was in Cheyenne after Jim
had got rich and persuaded him to give me
that dog of his'n, Bose. / was out huntin
one day near Laramie, when one of them
narricanes come up and didn't know what
to do. 1t was perrairie all around. Icould
see the storm acOmin', but two miles OIL. II
/ run it would ketch me. If staid thar it
was DEATH So l jes took and showed ole
Bose's nose agin a bank and yelled ''rats ~
You orter have seen that dog scratch. He
throwed dirt behind him like a breaking
plow drawed by twenty yoke of oxen: |
held on to his tail and he scratched. We
hadn't got in the ground more'n two hun
dred feet when the storm struck us. But
Bose kept scratchin'. l let him go on for a
mile or so, but / told him to let up, which
he did, the surprisedest dog you ever seed,
because he hadn't caught up with the rat.
l got back to the top of ground, went to La,
ramie and started the story that had found
a cave. made $1O0, 600 by showin' tourists
that cave, but lost it all in specuatin' in
mines.
sas- The body is tool of the spirit, and if
we keep it in imperfect condition, how
shall either soul or intellect do good work
with it? Happiness and usefulness are not
indeed impossible without physical health; ;
but they are very difficult of attainment,
and of very unreliable quality.