The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-07-24
A Crick I'm the Rack.

If there is one thing we know more
about than another, it is crick in the
back, and on the other hand, If there
is one thing we know less about, it is
that same crick in the back. That is,
we experience its beauties, and know
nothing of its origin, and nothing will
prevent it when it is due. A man may
chop wood. shovel snow, drive pair of
bells, go through q gymnasium and try
all the appliances for developing mus
Gle, and expect every minute that his
back will break, and it will be all right.
And yet some day he will be putting on
his overcoat, or will reach across his desk
for a photograph of his girl, or pick up a
paper off the floor, and the crick catches
him, and he is as limp as a rag, and suf-
fers horrors for two days, every breath
he draws seeming to go right through
that crick. When large healthy
man has q crick in the back he realizes
what a weak, puny thing he is. Before
the arrival of the crick he admires him
self in the glass before retiring, rs he
somebody would pitch onto him to whip
him, when he could wade in and ma III
the filing out OF his antagonist. He
often looks up in an impudent manner
to tough as though he wished for an
excuse to thump him, and if a lady was
insulted in his presence he feels that he
would make hero of himself in her
defense. He wants something to occur
that VII give him an opportunity to
show that though he is confined to an
Office, and does no bard work, that he
is endowed with herculean strength,
and il would be mighty unsafe for an
ordinary man to tackle him. But when
the crick is due by schedule time and
shows upon his back, the great, power
full man is perfect baby, and he is
afraid of child on a handsled. IL is
then that he hunts up an old revolver
and carries it when he goes down town
nights, for fear he will be assaulted.
B, fore the crick arrives he Just aches to
have and-baggers and foot-pads attack
him, and as he walks along he picks out
places where he would knock sand-bag-
gers down, and in his mind he has them
corded up all along the streets, but
after the crick comes, living skeleton
with link of sausage could drive him
all over town.-Peck'S Sun.
Sergeant Ba'Ientine's East Indian Case.
The Gaekwar of Baroda, principal
ity lying about 200 miles north of Bonn
bay, and in the vicinity Of Ahmedabad,
the picturesque city formerly founded
by one of the Mogul Emperors of
Guzerat, was accused of attempting to
poison Col. Phayre, an aid-de-camp of
Queen Victoria, and at the time the
political representative at the court of
Baroda of the Government of India.
Sergt. Ballantine was engaged by
Messrs. Jefferson and Payne, the d Elk
wars counsel, to defend the accused,
and he travelled from London to India
to undertake that very onerous task.
The trial was held before Judges COM
posed of Sir Richard Couch, the Chief
Justice of Bengal, several distinguished
political servants of the Government of
India, and three native Princes who
were deemed to be the peers of such an
important parsonage as the ruler of
Baroda. These native Princes were
the late Maharaiah of Jeypore, Sem
diah, the chief of Gwalior, and another
chief who had rendered important SER
vice to the British during the Indian
mutiny. The galaxy of splendor pre-
sented by the bench was something
ton shing. Scindiah's puggaree, or
turban, fairly flashed with diamonds
and emeralds: Jeypore's ruler was
plainly dressed il black, although from