The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-08-21
THE JUDGES DECISION.

I'LL VOOOI " pGOiOIOut
''Then you really think you're il
love. eh ?" said Judge Pelham.
He had queer brown face, this old
man, and plowed with a network o
wrinkles, and little black eyes witt
scanty allowance of lashes, that looked
at you like glistening beads. Not 8
sort of man to confide love tale to
nor to sympathize with the tender out
pourings and how Judge Pelham evei
came TO be the father of a glorious girl
like Kate, with the beauty of Hebe,
was riddle that we leave TO those
learned in physiology and psychology.
ayes, sir" said Hugh Kearney,
bravely. 81 am in love with her, and
if am so fortunate a. to gain your
permission TO pay her my address
"Stopr' said the old gentleman,
'.young sir. What have you got?''
"a strong arm, sir, and brave heart
together with, hope, ut least, an av-
erage amount of brains.n
Every good stock in trade" answer
ed the Judge, still regarding Mr.. Kear-
ney with the little hard glistening
beads of eyes. "Aha, Mr.. Carleton, is
that you? Walk in and sit down. I'll
be disengaged presently"
"Then you will give my ease a favor
able consideration, judge" said Hugh,
rising to depart.
81 will, sir"
And Hugh went out-a tall, hand
some fellow, with pleasant dark eyes
and firm, squarely-cut chin, which
betokens no ordinary amount ofresolu-
ton and will.
Kent Carleton sat in the Office leisure
~ glancing over the large russet-bound
volumes, when the Judge deliberately
turned himself round in his revolving
chair.
He, too, was handsome, with straight
effeminate features, blue eyes, and
wavy hair.
II have called, sir, on very import
ant business" began Kent, hesita-
tingly.
''Eh, What may it be?'' deliberate
ly questioned the Judge. Kent would
have given all he was worth if the
brown old man would have put on a
pair of spectacles. Those bead eyes
confused and bewildered him.
at is about your daughter Kate sir, /"
said Carleton. al love her, and if you
have no objections"
"Ah," said the Judge, ''exactly 80.
OF course you have means to support a
wife,"
"As to means. sir, / am yet only be-
ginning the world but | have expect
ations, and, added TO this, | am about
to commence the practice of the profess
sion in which you have reached 30 bril-
liant position"
He bowed. The Judge was still
transfixing him with the bead eyes.
''You may go. I'll let you know my
decision Tomorrow
Carleton's footsteps had hardly died
away upon the threshold when the
Judge opened the door to the left of
him and called:
"kate ~
D.l ., tal hlnnra-
ing, eighteen, with eyes of soft liquid
blue, damask cheeks, and hair of real
poets gold. How strange she looked
among the dry old law books and the
baize-covered desks and the packets OF
legal papers splashed with scarlet seals
like magnified drops of blood.
"Well, papa"
''Do you want to get married, pet ?'
"Well, papa, | hardly know wheth-
er | do or not ~ she answered, re-
fiectively.
Because I've had two young men
here asking permission To pay their
addresses to you"
1.-TWO young men, papa! Who We're
they?"
"Both eligible, as far as outward cir
cumstances go not rich, but sensible
and enterprising, I've reason TO think ;
and for my part / don't believe in toe
much ready-made money"
"But you have not told me yet who
they are"
"Hugh Kearney and Kent Carle.
ton,u answered the Judge. (which
do you like the better of the two?'
"Why, papa; l like them both
Hugh is a good solid fellow, and Ken
has 80 much style"
"But you can't marry 'em both"
"Pa," laughed Kate, coming up 81
that her fair curls overfiowed the brown
face with the beady black eyes, "you
choose for me. l really haven't an,
actual preference in the matter. could
like either of them and, after all, il
isn't like selecting lover, because
can make up my mind at any time"
$50 YOU want the old dad to selec
for you, do you? Well, well, / viii
think it over and let you know"
The Judge put on his hat and wen
cut for a walk in the summer twiligh
to clear his brain of the cobwebs in
duced by his days work.
Hello r. he cried, as he stumble'
over a meditative old Irishman VIII
was standing before him with ragge'
old waterproof coat hanging on hi
arm. "What do you mean by OF
structing the highway in that sort G
fashion, Hannegan ?'
Faith, it's that asks Your Honor
pardon kindly, but sorra bit ! know
where I'm goin'. Perhaps Your Hon
or could tell me-"