Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1898-02-16
THE LITTLE PlCKANINNY.
fhe Judge Knew How 1t Was and Re
leased Jake.

leased Jake.
There was an unusual scene in tho
Recorders court the other day. A ne
gro man was before its bar on charge
Of drunkenness. Judge Calhoun, who
has wonderful memory In such mat
ters. recognized an old offender In tho
| darkey. .-t
Jake" said he, this Is the third
time you've been here this year"
The negro scratched his head and
shifted his hat from one hand to the
other.
''Yasser, dat's SO; II sh' Is. But dem
ar yuther times Is done gone by, and
dish yere tlme-well sub, dish yere
time Is bran new"
We'll, you were drunk each time,"
remarked the Judge, frowning.
'Yasser sho wuz. l speck had de
same OF wabble, but de- casion wux
bran new"
Its always some excuse said the
judge, but l want you to understand
that I'm tired of seeing you here on
charge of drunkenness"
We'll, suh--"
No. | don't want TO hear your ex-
euses. It's drunk, drunk, drunk, until
even the stockade Is tired of you"
But jedge," protested the negro,
looking around uneasily and lowering
his voice ''de 'scuse what | got now
amt so mighty big, but 1t look like
ter me dat it's a mighty good one"
We'll, out with It,"
Hits des baby, Jedge."
a whatT"
"Des a little baby, suh."
We'll, what has that got to do with
IT, asked the Judge, his manner show
Ing no little curiosity.
Hits at my house, sub. Yesser.
hits dar right now, an | bet you ef
'talnt sleep it's a-hollerin'.' Uncertain
as his position was, the negro chuckled.
The Judge regarded the darkey with
relentlng eye, playing with slip
of paper on his desk.
We'll, what OF IT." His judicial In.
dignatlon had disappeared.
We'll, sub, hit was dis away: DE
las time l went out er dish yer place,
| say ter myself l aln't gwine tetch
no more dram, 'kase | done foun' out
dat faint mon a half hour frum de
mouf er de bottle ter de rock pile. l
made up my min on dat an | helt IL
dar 'twel las night. Well, sub, when
| got home fun work, dey wuz Mig
ger oman dar, hustlin round. Hello,
here what kinder doln's Is disT
amt no mon got de words out'n my
mouf TO l hear sunp'n blatin' un' de
kivver like teeny nanny goat. An
de niger oman she up an low, you
got baby, If you but know'd it.
well, sub, dey sorter tu'n down de
counterpin', an dar he wuZ, des ez
natchul ez you please. He wnnk at
me time er two, an den he gun ter
blate. / start ter pick i'm up, suh
bein' ez he wuz de fust an de onliest.
but dar ar niger oman, she des shove
me round, an say l better go on bout
my business"
Here the Judge took off his glasses
and rubbed them carefully, leaned his
elbow on the code, and rested his head
on his hand. There was almost smile
on his face as he asked:
And what did you do then, Jake"
The negro scratched his head anc
laughed sheepishly. well, sub, dar |
Wuz, a grown man wild baby and
can't put his hans on 1t. had mighty
uuare feelin's. | want to so in dar.
an der l skeered her. l know'd |
wanted ter do sumpin but l dunner
know what. l feel so good, l say I'll
des take one dram In commenbunce er
dc baby. Well, sub, l tuck it, an ef
you don't know de res, de pleeceman
dar kin tell you
The Judge cleared his throat and
tried to frown, but the frown was
failure.
Jake" he said. you can SO this
time. Your excuse is not a good one,
but think l know how you felt
have boy at my house-a fine one
Il boun' it's, subj exclaimed Jake.
"rhe finest boy on my side Of town:
ii is admitted by everybody. l know
what your temptations were. | resist
ed, and you didn't. Go and behave
Yourself Call the next case!'-At'
lanta Constitution.