The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-04-22

rette had exhausted all her emotion the
afternoon before.
They sat side by side In the justices Of
nee mute, never moving. never even turn
ing their heads while all the other cases
OF seizure were disposed Of
IL had been a wholesale raid through
tne village. All the men and women who
haa been raided owed money to Aunt Cha
rette. All gave bonds TO appear at the
higher court. All went away.
Wen. Mrs. Charette." said the justice.
you are charged with single sale. with
nuisance. and keeping a tippling shop.
to put in2''
To the surprise Of all. Uncle Chare,te.
who had been all these years the silent
partner in this irm was the one 10 speak.
She have no lawyer" said he: she
have nottins to say
Wei. 1 shall have to impose fines
amounting to about $500 on her" said the
justice. Aunt Charetts gasped-that was
all. Uncle Charette said nothing.
You appeal don't you" asked the jus
tice. You know you can appeal and give
bonds and then your wife won't have 70 go
to Jail You will also have time 10 get
money collected 10 pay the fine"
We don't do nOttins tall bout dat
What. you don't mean to say that you
are going TO let your wife 90 down to jaile''
cried the justice. IF she doesn't pay or
give bonds she'll have to go TO Jail and
await the sitting Of the court That Is
two months of. Then she will have still
more time to serve in carrying out her
sentence. She is likely 70 stay there the
most OF a year Aunt Charette has been
a good wife to you. Uncle Charette Your
home place stands in your name. All you
have 10 do IS 20 sign her bonds and then
she can stay here TIL court sits. And
by that time you will have a chance to
talk this thing over with your friends
Ill make out the bond
NO" declared Uncle Charette. 'Eef
20 want TO TAX her down to Jail she GO
She all dressed up. She 90 any time.
Now. you and | and all the rest OF Us
know that this isn't the place the pro-
hibition statute usually operates-and it
isn't the way the authorities like 20 have
II operate. And then, too. here was an
old woman. who had never been away
from home in all her life. who had grown
up children. who had knitted in that little
kitchen there in the village Of Fort Kent
and had looked out through her little
window at the passers until she had be-
come one OF. the local landmarks. There
wasn't person in the village who wanted
to see her go down to Houlton in that
manner.
But there she and Uncle Charette sat
without looking at each other. Every one
knew that Aunt Charette had money
enough to pay the fine. Uncle Charette's
name on the bond would keep her at home.
But Aunt Charette would not answer a
word. And all Uncle Charette would say
was.
'-She t'ink she batter go. She'll be all
FRAT. I'll hip house till she com back
We've talk bout dat ting SOM. and we
t'ink dat p'rap she batter go down dere."
Well. under those circumsta nces the law
had to take its course The old couple
shook hands on the platform outside the
door. The husband get into the crazy
chaise and rode away behind the fuzzy old
white horse. The deputy sheriff, after
great effort. boosted Aunt Charette in over
the side OF his piano box buggy and started
on the sixty mile drive TO Caribou. there TO
take the train for Naturalization
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