Connecticut western news., 1893-06-22

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 widows slaves for the moment. The court, counsel and jury consulted for few moments, and the judge intimated to the widow that they had concluded that her request was very natural, and under the circumstances, a very proper one, and that with the prisoners con sent they would comply with it, but as he had already been tried and found guilty once, they thought it hardly fair to him to try him again without his consent.
 Velvet arose, the eyes of the throng upon him. He was tall. slight, grace ful fellow, with swagger about him that insensibly attracted men and wom- en alike, and with smile that showed
 his white teeth under the black mus tache, remarked that he was always de-
 lighted to please lady, but that under the circumstances he could not see any thing to be gained by it. He had in fact
 pleaded guilty in the first place, and all that remained for the judge was to pass sentence, but that as they had insisted
 on trying him once to please themselves,
 they might as we'll try him again to
 please the lady. There was murmur
 of approval at this sentiment from the
 audience, which was sternly checked by
 the court The widow had been dipping
 snuff and ewing Velvet during his and
 the courts remarks, and seemed to have
 made up her mind to something she had
 been considering, for she suddenly closed
 her snufbox with click, rose from her
 chair and, turning to the court, said:
 kk I@1 |, |
 most hurt in this yer scrap. Pm lief
 lone woman, with nary man ter provide
 fer me, an I've been CT thinkin ther best
 way out O this yer biznis is fer this man
 what kilt my man ter git me CT new
 one" She stopped amid deathlike si-
 fence. Velvet was the only man that
 preserved his customary unruffied com
 posture. Every other face wore an ex-
 precision of mortified astonishment for
 moment, and then yell of delight went
 up from the crowd. The cool effrontery
 of the woman had caught their sense of
 the fitness of things. Here, in country
 where q woman most needed a mans
 protection, her man had been taken from her. What more just than that the man
 who had caused his taking off should re- place him! The racket subsiding. the court gravely arose and said:
 | ''Pris'n 'ner ct the bar, yer hev bin tried
 n foun guilty of murder. Hey yer any thin ter say why ther sentence in this yer cote should not be past 'pon yer2' Velvet shook his head smilingly and the court continued: "Ther sentence of ther cote is thet yer shall marry this yer woman, n the cote, ez jestice, will tie yer up right now" At this there was a yell that fairly shook the roof, and the audience rushed inside the bar to shake hands with the prospective bride and groom and offer congratulations, but the bride had something else to say first. "Jedge," she shrilled, live bin tell'd thet Mud wind consid 'ble ct gamblin
 last night n l want ther money" The coin and dust had been impound- ed by the court, and he reluctantly turned it over to the widow. After looking it over she slowed 1t away in voluminous pocket, and announced her readiness for the ceremony. The coun- sel for the prosecution and defense acted as groomsmen, couple of "ladies from the ''hurdy gurdy' next door as bridesmaids. and the foreman of the jury gave away the bride.
 Surely such another wedding was never seen. The festivities lasted until the fiddler was completely exhausted, and when couple of days later the Flat recovered from its carouse. Velvet and I his wife had disappeared.
 A few days later tall. swaggerlng, black mustached man, accompanied by a woman dressed in rusty black, with an immense sunbonnet covering her head and face, stood on the deck of Panama steamer making It's way down San Fran | cisco bay toward the Gate. They were
 at the rail gazing at the fast receding | city Suddenly the man snatched the l sunbonnet from the woman's head and l whirled it overheard, and as it foated | astern said:
 | .'Goodby to the Widow Mud, and now,
 old girl, we can be comfortable again. | The old bonnet served it's turn, and
 served 1t we'll, but l can't look down two
 miles of stovepipe every time want to
 see your pretty face. ."-George Charles Brooke in Buffalo News.