Arizona silver belt., 1893-06-10
A FORTUNATE THEFT.
4 PATHETIC COURTROOM SCENE IN
 THE METROPOLIS.

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 ognition That Brought Up Many Sad
 Recoiicctions--A Brothers Love.
 It was veritable athlete of a baby.
 file had carful for an audience that
 watched his antics with rapt attention.
 His round cheeks were nearly as red as the homely red hood enveloping his head. l His dress was not much in the way of style, adornment or protection; his small toes were out of his red shoes, but he did not mind that; he rather liked it because of the freedom it gave him. He divided his time between looking around at the passengers and worrying his mother and grandmother. at intervals doing both at once as easily as one.
 What was he on earth for? The blue eyes could find no answer in the passen. gers faces.
 His mothers eye pits were deep today and his fists fitted nicely into the cavi- ties, Ile piled them vigorously for q moment Then he pulled the mothers nose as if he would stretch it d little. He kicked at his mother and she smiled slightly At this he uttered scream and ran his fingers into his mouth. It was an unusual thing for grandmother to smile She cannot remember ever having smiled before. it was so long ago since she had
 The mother looked thin-thin because she did not have enough to eat-and as if she hated all of the world save her baby. She did not mind the child's pounding 1t was like striking herself in play. The little fellow was of her flesh, and had absorbed all of herstrength. She cared not for her future if her baby could be provided for She looked upon him as all her own. He was nothing of his fathers His father? They were go- ing to see him
 Hes smasher ain't hey' the con. ductor said stopping the car and tie least bit of pride showed itself in tho mothers face as she descended the steps the swing of the baby's weight throwing her almost prone upon tho pavement.
 They climbed the stairs, the three gen. erationsr-child. mother, grandmother into the courtroom The judge was looking neither grave nor stern: he was looking commonplace; the case before him was one of everyday occurrence. The first witness was called-the plain tiff John Whiteside Whiteside had been relieved of some few dollars in money He was countrymau when he came to town to sell his produee-fo four handed. law obeying. shrewd 4 thief shoula be jailed forever: hanging was none too good for him he thought He had a straightforward tale The mother Of the accused sat looking fxedly at the man on the stand; the young mother aud wife wept. the baby threw its Hrnls around it's mamma' 8 neck and screamed.
 The lawyer for the accused made an objection without confidence, which was denied, and he sat down dejectedly Re WAS young, and paid for taking mp the case ;n the experience it was supposed to give him Witnesses were called cor roborating the plaintiffs testimony. The defense2 There was none of any weight. i the young lawyer had coniured what there was out of byplaces; the prisoner could as!, only for leniency The money had been used to buy drink with Would | the conrt be lenient? the lawyer asked.
 The gray haired plaintiff evidently saw | something familiar in the old woman with the young mother and child sitting ID the row of spectators He looked | closely at the face hardened with suffer ing little 10 connect il with it's yonth E wils 10 De seen The old countryman [ ruse and walked outside the railing to where she was sitting. his face winter chan his hair and his hands trembling.
 Aren't you Sue Whiteside?" he asked,
 I was-onCe.
 'You ran away from home to be mar- gied to young New York fellery"
 Yes" She shuddered. She felt the clear eyes of the old man upon her What was coming next? He knew about her historyl She tried to cover her rags. Pride did not last long. while the man continued to look at her narrowly and mystiiied What was the use of cover. ing: She was low down forever now. Her life would have soon run its stretch.
 Don't you know me? l am 5our brother
 John. Johnr She drew away from him
 Why didn't you write to ns?"
 T was ashamed 1 had nothing to tell only miseryf
 Ton killed your mother She never smiled after that night.
 Let me go. No, no save my boy He is the only support we have
 Since it is your first offense, and, hope. your last one. l will be lenient. the judge was saying.
 Yonr honor. sir. The old man stood again within the rail. "There was a lit. tie misunderstanding. This boy is my nephew. I'll take him away from theI city withdraw my charge, and wishi you would let him go free. your honorn
 T will"
 The accused put ou his derby hat and slouched over where the little knot of was gathered. He looked at his childs it's mother and grandmother.
 The kids gettin fat. Ain't he, Nary
 Now you are all goin back home with mel
 Holne! NeVer, never - The fallent sister started to go, drawing the thin shawl about her shoulders
 'I do not live in Painsyille now, Su. san. am in the west No one will know you out there.
 A sigh of relief, content, happiness issued from the grandmother's lips. The { weary woman felt the baby to be lighter oD her knee The child crowed as if he thought the west the best kind of 6 place for a growing baby.
 T donJ like to leave old New Yorb { for the country. said the young man. There's nothin going on out there Mebbe twill be easier sleddin Say, .t.