The Winslow mail., 1898-10-08

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got the remarks o yours. if you
have"
Mr., Peters recognized the threat
ening glitter beneath Briggs lowering
beetle brows, and he though it wise to
head towards home, but in this
harmless intention Briggs did not con-
cur. The magistrate, however, was
not coward; those who sit in judg-
! ment upon their fellows are seldom
that, whatever other failings may be
laid at their door, and he bravely
! turned upon his assailant with all the
/ judicial dignity which he could mus
ter. minus his official surroundings.
"The question is, my man, what do
you want of me?"
That's where yer lordship mikes a
little mistike," replied Briggs, with
q hoarse chuckle; that ain't the ques-
tion at all as it happens; Mr.
! time, and Samuel Peters is in the box
! which you'll wish you wuz in 'arf a
minute--and he wants to ask question
: or two of the prisoner" At this point
Of the conversation his manner became
! distinctly more offensive. "Wot do yer
mean, yer crumple-fced old inseck, by
mixing eggsamples O. respectable men
wots trying ter pick up honest liv-
! in? Why carn't ye leave two gents to
settle their little diffrunces or if yer
must go givin' O. these stunnin' SEN
tences ter people, why carn't yer do it
/ strife, without a lot O bloomin' rot
| chucked in, Ell? 1t makes me squirln, it
/ do, ter see yer a sittin' up there like
| q cock loOkin' down at a worm, and talk
; in ter yer feller creatures as if yer
thought yer Wuz God Almighty his
| self"
Bill was getting warmed up to his
work, and every moment Mr.. Samuel
Peters expected that his feelings would
boone too strong to be expressed in
mere words, and that he would receive
! coup de grace from the lowering figure
above him. He tried to explain to
| Briggs that the sentence which he had
undergone would not, by many people,
have been considered excessive, consid
ering the magnitude of his crime
against society, but this seemed only
Don't yer try fer ter go kiddin' me
now that it weren't 'eavy sentenced"
,, he roared argumentatively eyer own
words wuz that ye wuz goin' to mike a
eggsample of me-of me-me-Bill
, Briggs!" and with this final explosion
of wrath, he promptly seized his vic
tim by the collar, and began dragging
him violently across the heath, talking
! the while.
"Offenses against sercierty, is it? Ser
cierty indeed! 90 is sercirty, eh? Mr..
Samiwell Peters We'll sly, and sercierty
is goin' ter ave barth, nice clean
mud barth, which 'ull do it a lot er good,
it will! An if yer open yer iyster-
| Tipped old mouth, I'll ram this banker
cher down yer throat, will"
| This article in question did not look
appetizing, and Mr.. Peters held his
peace, although he struggled bravely
and dug his toes into the ground and
| clutched madly at trees and furze
| bushes, but it was all in vain, for his
muscles were out of training, and he
was as a child in the hands of the mus
cular highwayman, who steadily jerked
him along in the direction of the pond.
When they arrived at the spot, Bill
! paused q moment, and again the gap in
his dental arrangements became up be-
comingly prominent. The magistrate
availed himself of the pause to try and
persuade him with threats, or to soften
i his stony heart with promises, but
without avail. The only sign of re-
lenting which Bill showed was to take
charge of his gold watch, $50 the water
won't hurt it," he facetiously remarked,
with a horrid leer, which, strangely
! enough, seemed to be directed towards
a tree in the immediate neighborhood
as if he felt that its spreading branches
would appreciate his attempts at hui
! NOR.
| 1t is not desirable that the humilia-
tion of those in high places should be
made public, as it does not conduce to
proper respect for those who hold in
their hands the scales of justice, even
ii at times they hold them somewhat
awry, and allow their prejudices to
fall into the scales; consequently, we
will draw a kindly veil over the sue
ceeOlnS nVe minutes.
At the end of that time, lean, black
| figure, which looked more like fish
than man, SO dripping was it with
mud, slime and garbage, could have
been seen running through the gather
| ing dusk towards the other side of the
heath, while the voice of Bill Briggs,
who was doubled up with laughter,
hoarsely chuckled after it: "I'll teach
yer ter sit up talkin' about mikin' egg
samples of honest men wot happens ter
be down on their luck. 'Oo's the egg
sample now, wonder, eh ?'
Again his remarks seemed directed
towards the neighboring oak tree,
from which, on the Silly twilight air,
a fanciful person might have IMAGINED
hearing an echoing chuckle, but pitched
in different key. No one was in sight
but Bill Briggs. so no one can verify the
phenomenon, or say why the leaves of
that special tree rustled SO loudly in the
quiet evening air, unless it was in hor-
ror of the outrage which had been COM
mitted in that peaceful spot,--St,
Paul's,
She objects to Cigarettes.