Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1888-01-27
JUDGE AND EYEWITNESS.
How the Former Lost Both His Dignity
and IA Portion of His Wardrobe.


and IA Portion of His Wardrobe.
Judge Wimbledon, of the twenty
ninth judicial circuit, is, while on the
bench, man of severe dignity, but in
private life he is known AS gentle
man of many admirable social quail
ties Several days ago the Judge went
out into the mountains to rest and
amuse himself, and had just dismounted
from his horse when a peculiar look
ing old fellow came along the rough
path that wound its way among the
Jagged rocks. The old fellow, upon
spying the judge, stopped. looked earn
estly. and then an odd smile crept
about the corners of his mouth, and
then, as though seeking ambush, Sc
GREETED itself in the old fellows whisk-
ers.
Good morning. the judge pleas
antly called.
Hi"
''Do you live about herep"
"Ah, hah"
''Any fish in this stream?"
dunno"
PLENTY of squirrels up there, sup
pose"
Dunno"
Think Wen have rainP"
Dunno"
The judge, somewhat Disguised,
turned away and threw his line into
the water. "Chug," stone struck
his cork. He turned quickly, but saw
no movement on the part of the old
fellow, who sat on stone, with both
hands showed deep into his pockets.
What was that?" the Judge de-
mandcd.
WHAT"
Something struck my cork. "
Don't know notbin' erbout it"
The judge turned away. and the next
moment another stone struck his cork.
The judge turned quickly, but the
old fellow sat with his hands in his
pockets.
''Look here, sir. / believe that's
you"
"Yas, this is me-"
81 say | believe you threw those
stones"
(Which stoncsp'
"Those that struck my cork. DOM
you do it again"
The judge again devoted himself to
his fishing, but not without Interrupt.
ton, for stone came down and knocked
his cork off.
''You COMPOUNDED old wretch! what.
the matter with youP'
''Nothin'. Whut's the matter with
your"
You good-for-nothing old rascal
you don't know how to treat gentle.
man."
"Never had chance to treat one a
all"
Don't talk to me that way. Yo,
don't know who am. "
"Yas, l reckon l do" The smil,
sprang from its ambush in his whisker
and pranced over his face. ''Som,
time ago." said the old fellow. Il wui
witness in yo' cou't, an while | wa;
thar you let one o. them lawyers ketcl
me in lie an frowned at me an rio
over me an hill me down an cleared
yo' throat at me an shuck yo' head a
me an done ever thing you could t,
make me wush that | wuz dead, an
now yo' must git"
What do you mean?"
MEAN that you must git; nose,
way frum here. It's my time to max
you feel mean. Drap that pole an
git"
Il won't do it, sir"
won't your Wall, we'll see"
He drew an enormous horse pistol.
Ctr
look out, I"
Ctr
''Let me get my hat and coat"
"Never mind Gitr'
The Judge got, and when he returne,
home he told his wife that he ha,
given his hat and coat to poor him,
man whom he had found in the hills.
.'Ah, Robert" she said. as she pu
her arms around his neck. "your gen
crosby and benevolence will be re
warded, if not in this world"
That's all right, Mary. The poo
man needed help"
why, you've torn your trousers an
lost the heel off one of your boots, :
YES, | jumped into the water I
save a little girl"
You are noble man. Robert. y
.4rkdnSa,o Irareier.
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A FEMALE RINALDO.