Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-02
HE WANTED JUSTICE.
xa Came High, but He Got the Worth ef
 His Money.

hts Money.
 When rode into Valley City, Hound my stolen horse hitched to Q tree, and the man who stole him was sitting in the door of Q shanty near by with a re- volver Eesting on his knees. I thought it was better to go to law than to shoot, and so I asked 0 man where I could find any one in authority.
 Want somebody shot?" he queried.
 ''No. not exactly. want that fellow above here arrested for stealing my pack horse "
 ''Humpl Jest simply arrested, eh? Why don't you open on him?'
 't1 don't like the idea of shooting Q fellow being"
 Why don't you gimme 8 to do it?''
 That would be almost as bad. There ought to be some one here with author ity to arrest and punish him"
 "Yes. thar orter be. and thar is My charge will be $5."
 "For what:''
 "Fur takin yon to a lawyer. I sorter own him, and he'll do about as say"
 I paid him his fee, and we went up to see the lawyer referred to. He was acting as marker for the only bowling alley in the town, and my escort called him aside and said:
 Bill. here's a feller as wants some law"
 What sort O law?'' asked the law yer.
 Some hoss law. Teller run of with his pack horse"
 "Waal. my charge will be $lo, said the legal luminary as he turned to me.
 "What for:''
 Fur seein the city marshal I sorter own him, and he'll push tho case" handed him out ten, and the three of us hunted around until we found the city marshal. He was one of four in O poker game, and we had to wait until he had been cleaned out before he could be approached. Then the lawyer said to him:
 "Jim, here's a feller as wants sun thin in your line"
 "An right, " replied the marshal as he dropped his hands to his guns. "Show him to me, stranger. and I'll bore him at the fust fire!''
 But l don't want him bored. He stole my horse, and want him arrest ed and punished.
 "Humph! No shootin. oh? Jest wanter git your hoss back? My fee will be $i5." What for;'' Eur scein the jedge-the only jedge in town. l serter own him, and he'll see you through. Put 'er thar and cum along"
 handed him $lj. and the four of us went out and found the justice of the peace, who was rubbing red pepper into the hair of bulldog which was match ed to fight that afternoon. As he looked up the city marshal said to him:
 ''Tom. yere's feller as wants jes- tice."
 What sort?''
 "Purty reg'lar. reckon. Teller got away with his hoss. "Whar's the feller?'
 Right yere in town" "Any shootin yit?"
 ''Noap"
 My fee will be $IO" | "What does that coyer?" asked.
 ''Kiverl River! Why. it kivers about all you want. I reckon. You know that somebody stole your hoss You follered him yere You know right whar to find him. Con git yer critter. You've got law and jestice on your side, and thar won't be no extra charge for burial expensesr'
 But l don't understand
 The judge returned to his pepper. the city marshal started of to blow in his fee, and the lawyer headed for the bowling alley. The guide was the only one who stuck by me. and he winked me outdoors and said:
 Can't you see through it? You've got jestioe.
 "How?''
 "why. you've paid $40 for the priv ilege of shootin the feller who stole your eS0 hosS Come along and pop him. Might jest as we'll hev done it in the fust place and saved the money. but you war determined on hevin jestioe.
 ''I told you in the beginning that didn't want to kill the man"
 ''So you did; but, durn my hide. what sort of 0 crftter are you anyhow? Arter you've paid out $40 to git iestice. ar you goin to let that galoot ride of on your | hoSs. ."
 "I want the hoss, of course"
 Then I'll git him fer you. Ye hain | got the sand of a butterfly. but as I'm a great hand fer jestioe myself I'll give you Ave minits of my valuable time fur nutbin."
 We walked down to within 100 feet of the shanty and saw the thief still sitting there. The guide out with his guns, uttered a warwhoop and charged. and inside of 60 seconds the thief wal on the run through the scrub. hmpine on the left leg as he went "Ar' that your critter" asked tho ) man as came up.
 "SO, by George! l thought it was, but there is snme mistake. My horse had no brand on his shoulder. mus have followed the wrong man. "Wsal, take him along anyway" But I don't want a horse which bs longs to- "Git up and be off. say." shouted the man. Didn't somebody steal youl hoss? Didn't you cum to this town to gil jostios? Hain't you paid fur $40 wuth O the staff, while I've went and driv thi, fOller away: Git along with ys. and il 1t so happens that you ever want an, more iestiee cum back to the headwA ters of Jestice creek and git the purt | and nnadulterated quill from fus ; hands. "- Detroit Free Press Pelitenesa. Hetie-What . perfectly charming , and original person Mr Blather isl , Floaaia-What haS he said ar don,