Morning journal and courier., 1883-03-22
His Last Court.
A Case of Father and Daughter Appealed from Arkansas to sl Higher Tribunal
 From the Arkansas Trayeller1

Case of Father and Daughter Appealed
 from Arkansas to a Higher Tribunal.
 From the Arkansas Trave1lerI
 Old Judge Greyson, justice of the peaes' was never known to smile. He came to Ar kansas years ago, before the 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 prac- tised in his court never joked with him, be- cause every one soon learned that the old man never engaged in levity. Every morning, no matter how bad the weather might be, the old man took his place behind the bar which, with his own hands, he had ma de, and every even ing, just at certain time. he closed his book and went home. No one engaged him in pri- vate conversation, because he would talk to no one. No one ever went to his home, a lit- tie cottage among the tree in the city's out skirts, because he had never shown disposi- tion to make welcome the visits of those who even lived in the immediate vicinity. His office was not given him through the influence of s'electioneering, because he never asked any man for his vote. He was first elected because, having once been summoned in 8 case of arbitration, he exhibited the executive side of such legal mind that the people nom- inated and elected him. He soon gained the name of thethard justice,'' and every lawyer in Arkansas referred to his decisions His rulings were never reversed by the higher courts He showed no sentiment in decision. He stood upon the platform of a law which he made study and no man disputed him.
 Several days ago woman charged with mis- demeanor was arraigned before him. ''The old man seems more than ever unsteady, 7" re- marked 8 lawyer as the magistrate took his seat. 1T don't see how man so old can stand the vexations of court much longer.''
 T am not well to-day,'' said the judge, turning to the lawyers, ssand any cases that you may have you will please despatch them tn kha hast and let me add quickest of v01r ability.''
 Every one saw that the old man was un- usually feeble and no one thought of scheme to prolonga discussion, for all the lawyers had learned to almost reverence him.
 s.Is this the woman ?''asked the iudge 'sWho is defending her?"
 q have no defense, Your Honor,n the woman replied. 'sIn fact do not think that I need any, for am here to confess my guilt No man can defend me,' and she looked at the magistrate with curious gaze. T have been arrested on a charge of disturbing the the peace, and I am willing to submit my case. I am dying of consumption, Judge, and know that any ruling made by the law can have little effect on me ,'' and she coughed Q hollow, vacant cough, and drew around her an old black shawl that she wore. The ex- pression on the face of the magistrate re- mained unchanged, but his eyelids dropped and he did not raise them when the woman continued stAs say, no man can defend me am toe near that awful approach to pass which we know is everlasting death to soul and to body. Years ago was a child of brightest promise. lived with my parents in Kentucky. Wayward and ig ght-hearfed, was the admired of all the gay society known in our neighborhood A man came and professed his love for me. don't say this, Judge, to excite your sym pathy. I have many and many time been drawn before courts, but I