The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-08-23
HEARD AND SEEN
in TIMMONY'S COURT

]. Groesbeck has lived in Zion thirty
five years. He will live here thirty-five
more. But he never met so many booze
clerks with such dire results as he did
last Monday night. Ergo. John met
TimmOny, and with the understanding
that he would appear twenty years from
yesterday, he resumed his equilibrium
and marcned downstairs.
Mrs. Martell. to all appearances. had
disturbed something, and she admitted
IL. With her alfalfa bonnet beautifully
adjoining a taxidermic switch, she gazed
enCearingly at the court, much to the
discontinue of both Scotty and Chris.
Were you drunk, Mrs. Martell" said
the latter. his voice going off like a steam
whistle.
Mrs. Martel quailed meath the query.
Her heart was touched by the pio- ecdtUr 5
tone. Suddenly she sprang forward. and
throwing her hands at length. stood as
one transfiXed.
AT II AGAIN" murmured Sheets. toy
ing with blossom in the lady's sky
piece
AS God is my witness" cried the pris-
My dear lady. you need not be so en-
phatic about it, observed the court.
But fitzmaurice knows all about it,"
still up. and Diehl was so tickled that he
kicked over the cuspidor. Mrs. Martell
got nifty days.
Tom Undertaken was called.
My name is Sexton said a gentleman
THE clerks presumptious prognostica
tions. when l am absent, often lead him
Well. were you orunk?' asked the
court.
No sir; 1 was sick-have been for
three weeks
"Aw. he was paralyzed." interposed
Roberts, emphatically.
Well, never was in a place like this
before! calculated the accused
What do you thing of it?''
m trying to get home to Montana"
responded Tom.
'Ihink you can get out today?"
Yes if l see the superintendent"
Go on, and leave Zion liquor alone
All right. Say, ii l want 10 go to Iowa
is it all right with you?"
Yes, go to Pleasant Grove if you want
Thanks. awfully.'
"Geelty. Ben har for fifteen mont's not
some more Ay gass. Wit old modder to
care for. III. So Ay can purity veil got
Won chance tn work at nuting vat / cam
said Hans Larsen. diminutlve Irishrnan
accused of excessive inebriation
You have?' said the court, incredibly
''Yassir.'
well. I'm disposed to give YOU
chance. Don't come back"
''Yassir l Won't"
Rich O'Conner, with a multitudinous
bump on his forehead. thought he was
drunk. So did the bump.
Il made a mistake last night and didn't
get TO my bed, said he, but / won't
bother you any more
Ill chance you one. Get out"
Great heaven, What's the natter"
cried Attorney Gunter. as a reporter Just
then toppled over in a dead faint A hun
dred spectators rushed forward and laid
the PROSTATE form upon the courts desk
Water. water" was the cry But no
use.
Bring Eph Kelly. quick shouted
Sheets, as Scotty Rankin waddled down
stairs on the errand. In a few minutes,
during which excited throngs gathered up
and down First South, he returned Col
onel Kelly blew in the journalistic face.
and the crowd breathed easier. The sec
ond gust opened his eyes. A few audible
groans and the afflicted man could speak
What is it?" asked a professional
brother. bending low over the prone pen
Look, Look he breathed, pointing to
the clerk. 1T is gomez And without an
other word. the head dropped. sank back
and lay immovable as before.
Ii was enough. The agonized express
sion could mean but one thing. and the
spectators, with many a thought linger-
ing on their lips. slowly left the room
shaking their heads and whispering one
to another.
Diehl had shaved