The Lamar register., 1892-11-12

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~ dropped slightly
and that was all. But from a shabby
woman in thecrowd there rose up such
a shrill wall OF agony as pierced its
way from the very roof
"No, no, your honor! surely you
wouldn't be so hard on a poor widow
woman as that, and he the only son
I've left in the world. He never did it f.,
your worship-it was only them ras-
cally fellows hs was with. Surely,
surely, your Worship"
BE still. woman" said an officer
authoritatively. what do you mean
by raising such an outcry as this in
courtg"
AS the Judge stood with one foo,
on the step OF his handsome little
coupe tall figure rose up almost
from underneath the horses feet, with
an uplifted menaeing finger
you've shown no mercy to me,
Judge Enerson-maybe the times
comm that heavens face will be
turned away from you. I'm never
cease calling down curses on you,
day nor night"
The lower classes have such pro.
pensity for making scenes on the
slightest provocation, thought the
Judge, leaning snugly back among the
crimson cushions
A hard stern man, Judge Emerson
had never learned the lesson OF tenn
pering Justice with mercy. "An eve
for an eye, tooth for tooth, was
his code, and not even the shadow OF
the nature that was like cast iron.
The clear, white moonlight was
glimmerins brightly over the crusted
surface of the snow that bad not yet
been cleared entirely away, and the
bitter wind swept keenly across Judee
Emerson's face as he alighted in front
of the brownstone mansion where the
light shone like red stars through the
SILK draperies of the plate-glass win
dows.
Bitterly cold, said the Judge TO
himself, shiverins even through folds
OF broadcloth and sable fur. The
thermometer can't be Tar from zero
perhaps below. Well, its very season
able ather,"
He stopued short, for close to the
broad flight OF stone steps covered
two tiny forms, ragged and pinched
and forlorn, over which he had near
ly fallen-a boy OF years old and
girl perhaps year younger
"N hat are you doing here. you lit
tie yagabondsy sternly demanded
the Judge, contracting his magisterial
brow.
please sir" faltered the boy. as
well as he could speak for shiverinr
muscles and chattering teeth, "the
servants drove us away, and"
Drove you away" repeated the
Judge, with austerity. Il should
think they would How dare Won
come here begging2 Do you know
that I've the greatest mind in the
world to call a policeman and have
you both sent to the station-housegp
Sir, II you please"
But / don't please'' stormed the
irate Judge. Now | don't want to
hear another word ofyour stereotyped
story-l Just want you to understand
that | am not the person to practice
your art upon. Begonel"
The little girl clinging tightly to
her brothers arm, broke into a terri
fed cry-the boy sullenly casting
down his eyes, .crept away like some
repulsed animal Once he paused and
looked back with wild, hungry ewes
as if yet cherishing some grain OF
hope.
"Begone, l say" thundered Judge
Emerson, as he stood on the stems
waiting for the door to be opened.
Had he forgotten the old Scripture
words, 'Inasmuch as ye have done il
dnto one OF the least OF these, We have
done it unto me?"
So Judge Emerson crossed the echo
ing marble vestibule and entered the
handsome room with its ceiling of
pointed stucco and its crimson velvet
walls. where his invalid wife sat among
her customs, idly lingering the fringe Of
her rich silk dress.