The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-10-20

" .@sg s;1S2 a shade paler-the
easay &SS heavy under-lip
a4z dropped slightly
and that was all. But from shabby
womanin thecrowd there rose up such
% shrill wall OF agony as pierced it's
way from the very roof.
E'No, no, your honor! surely you
wouldn't be so hard on poor widow
woman as that, and he the only son
I'VE left in the world! He never did it.,
your worship-it was only them ras-
sally fellows he was with. Surely,
surely, your Worship
'Be still, woman!" said an officer
suthoritatively. "What doyou mean
by raising such an outcry as this in
coUrt?"
As the judge stood with one foot
On the step of his handsome little
<ooupe q tall figure rose up almos t
from underneath the horses feet, with
an upifted menacing finger.
1ou've shown no mercy to me,
Judge Emerson-,maybe the times
comm that heavens face will be
turned away from you. 'I'll never
cease calling down curses on YOU,
day nor night"
The lower classes have such a pro-
penslty 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
perlng justice with mercy. can eve
Tor an eye, a tooth for a TOOTH" was
nus code, and not even the shadow of
sffilction in his own home had bent
the nature that was like cast-iron.
Ihe clear, white moonlight was
''rgiImmering brightly over the crusted
surface OF the snow that had not vet
oeen cleared entirely away, and the
o,eter wind swept keenly across Judge
Gnerson's face as he alighted in front
= 81 the brownstone mansion where the
light shone like red stars through the
SIX draperies OF the plate-glass win
sdows
4'Bitterly cold," said the Judge to
Nhlmself, shivering even through folds
>ot oroadcloth and sable fur. The
thermometer can't be far from zero
perhaps below. Well, it's very season
able weather."
He stopped short, for close to the
broad flight of stone steps covered
two tiny forms, ragged and pinched
AGO forlorn, over which he had near
~ falien-a boy of years old and a.
tglrl perhaps a year younger.
"What are you doing here, YOU lit
tie vagabonds?" sternly demanded
the Judge, contracting his magisteria
brow.
"'Please SIR" faltered the bow, as
well as he could speak for shivering
muscles and chattering teeth, 1.-The
servants drove us away, and"
"Drove you away" repeated the
Judge, with austerity. II should
think they would! How dare YOU
come hero begging? Do you know
that I've the greatest mind in the
world to call a policeman and have
you both sent to the station house?'
Sir, if you please"
S'But don't pleased" stormed the
1rate Judge. "Now 1 don't want to
hear another word ofyour stereotyped
story-l just want you to understand
that l am not the person to practice
your art upon. Begonen'
The little girl, clinging tightly to
her brothers arm, broke into a terri.
lied cry-the boy sullenly CASTING
down his eyes, sscrept away like some
repulsed animal. Once he paused and
looked back with wild, hungry eyes
rs if yet cherishing some grain o.
nope.
'tBegone, I say!' Numbered judge
Emerson, as he stood on the STEPS
waiting for the door to be opened.
Had he forgotten the old Scripture
words, "Inasmuch as we have done il
unto one OF the least of these, We have
done it unto me?"
So Judge Emersoncrossed the echo
ing marble vestibule and entered thu
handsome room with it's ceiling O
pointed st'lcco and it's crimson velvet
walls, where his invalid wife sat anon,
her customs, idly lingering the fringe o
:soer rich silk dress.
.en?" AA0A
In the depth of Judge Emerson's ad
nmantlne heart there We're just two
soft spots-one for his sick wife, tn
other for a son, whom, long ago, hi
own severity had driven from tin
nearthstone ofhome. And as he spok
he bent tenderly over the white, wear,
face. . =
"About as usual" she answered
Aave-h have you no news tonight?
None"
She turned her face away with asor
of sobbing sigh.