Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-12-11

saved. but under the statoots he's eot
the same rights e any Of US, and IT'S
my dooty to see that he gets plumb
sQuar' show
Tom Shanger, the defendant in the
case" said his honor, as he motioned
toward Tom with his pipe-stem, has
lived around yere for couple of vars
and we all know him. When I'm of
the bench and behind the bar Of my
saloon, and jest plain Jim Hoke, / amt
putin Tom either ahead or behind the
average. He's critter with his good
and bad pints. When I'm on the
bench, same as now, don't think he
amounts to any great shakes. and I'm
allus wonderin' why he don't hunt for
a change Of climate. When you bile
the case down it's consumed heath
en- VS.. a durn pore white man, and
don't propose to make any great fuss
over it.
"Let us get at the facts Of the case.
This court has been told that in the
east they don't keer a kuss for facts,
but chuck out the law till everybody
has had enough and is w1llin' to quit.
I'm runnin' things leetle different at
Sandy Bend. I'm sorter mixin' law,
facts, jestice, heathens and white folks
together and then comm to a decision
which neither side kin kick agin. Tom
Shanger trades a shovel for a shirt.
That's like Tom. AS long as he had a
shovel he was sorter expected to earn
at least enough to pay fur his drinks.
He got rid of that shovel to git rid of
work. From his looks jedge he would
like to buck agin my remarks, but II
he talks back it will be contempt of
court, and I'll raise him out O. the
game. When he gifts the shirt he dis
kivers that 1t ought to be washed.
Some men would have taken bar of
soap and gone down to the creek and
| rubbed away fur day or two, but Mr..
Shanger had heightened streak on.
He carries the garment up to Hop-Lee,
and putin on his swaggerest style, he
'Yere, you blamed well-eyed son Of
a heather. washee this shirtee plenty
goodee and mighty nice, and I'll drop
around after it in two days
These are facts which no one dis
putes," said his honor as ne turned
over a dozen pages Of the Bible to
strike a new chapter. "Leastwise, this
court hasn't heard 'em disputed, and
he probably won't AFTER two days
Tom goes up to the Confucius wash
house fur his shirt. Hop-Lee greers
him with a smile of welcome. The
shirt has been washed and ironed and
dried, and is awaitin' it's owner. Now
arises the question of pay. There are
critters at Sandy Bend who never put
on clean Shirts: there are others who
wash their own at long intervals; there
are others. still, who argy that q
heather ought to be mighty proud to
wash a white mans shirt free, gratis,
fur nuthin'. Tom Shanger Is one of
the latter class. He was fur takin' that
shirt away without handin' over any
dust, but Hop-Lee files an objection
His eyes are on the -squlnt, his knees
knock together, and he'd sooner eat a
rat than rabbit, but he amt washin
shirts fur the fun of the thing. He's
in bizness to make his pile and go back
to Chiny and run duck fam, and his
motto is: No payee-no shirtee.' In
the language of high society, Tom
Shanger is turned down fur fifteen
cents.
1--WE hev got our facts and now fur
what they calls evidence. Facts and
evidence may be all one puddin' in the
east, but it amt so we're. We want
each one of them to stand out fur it.
self. The evidence goes to show that
Tom grabbed the shit to take it away.
and that Hop-Lee al-o grabbed it to
hang on till his wash bill was paid.
The plaintiff can't talk the English
language fit fur coyotes to listen 20.
and the white man is liar from way
back. Howsumever, We kin imagine
how it was. They jawel and jawed
and fit and fit. They kns5ed each other
and abused each others relations.
Bimeby, as they kept it up, the nat
eral result follered. There was rip
and tear, and Tom Shanger had the
body of the shirt in his hands and Hop
Lee the tail. That's the evidence, and
now Gums what may be called corrobo-
alton. The Chinyman brings me the
tail of the shirt and black eye and
wants justice done, and he has only de-
parted when in walks Tom with the
body of the shirt and sings it down on
the bar Of my saloon and seq:
Jest look at that, will yere, and
then tell me. is there any justice fur