Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1889-04-28

instinct, an1assed . very snug little for
tame.
When Geordie appeared in the dock,
trembling, and pale as sheet, the bailie
was sorry for him, but all the same
looked as severe as possible, when he
asked him:
"Weel, whit haeye been daein' moo !? y
"Please, sir, didna meant II ye lat
me al this time III ne'er dae't again.
And poor Geordie sobbed as though his
heart would break.
"Dinna greet, ma laddIe," said the
bailie, al ken ye're puir witless cratur,
an Ill no send ye to jail. j ken this
much" he added, by way Of explanation
to the astonished prosecutor, "lf 20 had
been rich, and did the same thing, 20
wad hae twa-three doctors here tae
sweer, God forgie them, that ye were
kleptemany, and say We couldna help
stealing, sac I'll jist find We guilty O.
kleptemany, and We can gang ava
hame."
This appearance in the police court
was lesson to Geordie, but the effect
was soon entirely obliterated from his
weak mind, as our story will show.
One very cold night Geordie had
dropped into a grocers shop where he
was very well known, and was seated
at the stove warming himself.
Sandie McTrekle. the grocer, was,
luckily for Geordie, very good
humored man who could enjoy a
Joke. As he was putting up the
shutters for the night he saw our friend
Geordie quietly lift half-pound roll OF
fresh butter and put it in his hat, winch
he afterwards gingerly placed on his
head. Just az Sandy was fixing up the
last shutter along came two OF hlsnelgh.
boring shopkeepers, who asked him II
he would be long. "ho," he says, "blt
list come in and we'll haze bit fun DOT
O. Geordie he's lifted hauf pun O but
ter an hid it in bis hat
The three entered. Sandy last, fasten-
ing and locking the door behind HIM.
Geordie, after they had conversed for
some time, began to tidget, as he felt the
butter settling down on his head. and at
last mustered up courage to tell Sandy
that he wanted to get away home.
"Na, ma, Geordie, jist sit doom ; we're
gaun to hae a wee bit drappie, an we're
mo- gaun to send ye ava without a
share"
Saying this, Sandy got him by the
shoulders, stuck him into the wsrmest
corner by the fire, which was almost sur
rounded by barrels, and then they closed
in around him with their seats. thus pre-
GLIDING any possibility of his escape.
The whiskey kept Geordie quiet for a
time, during which Sandy kept raking
up the fire and showing on Goals until
poor Geordie was almost roasted.
They kept up the roasting process
by opening conversation on dairy pro
duce. Georde was fairly maddened,
when Sandy, in contradiction to state
ment by one of bis friends TO the effect
that butter was rising, affirmed that to
oil appearances it was falling. In vain
poor Geordie tried to wipe oil the slowly
downward-howings stream of fatty matter
As an unusually broad stream covered
his face and nearly blinded him, he gave
a yell, jumped mp knocked Sandy over,
and made for the door. Turning the
key, he rushed out and down the road,
yelling like mad bull.
After the iokists recovered from their
laughter Sandy remarked, "Weel, that
wis rale guild seyenpence-hapenny
worth O fun.
Locking up his shop he strobe down
the street homewards, 4 substantial
living refutation of the base English
calumny before mentioned.