Sunday Washington globe., 1902-01-19

BSheIhty. 1t was petty sessions day III
BallycarueY. On the magistrates desk lay
the record books, ready for inspection.
Curious persons began to peer through the
door to see if their honors, the justices,
had yet arrived. A few settled themselves
down upon the benches.
A small dog cart whrred into Court street
and drew up before the door. Thence de.
scended Caffyu. the R. NJ, greeted by a
salute from Sergeant McShane. Caffyu was
an Englishman-Or, at least, an Irishman
educated in England. He had an interest.
ing liver, and a sublime ignorance of the
ways and wiles of Upper Ossory. The liver
was due to India; the ignorance to training
The sub inspector came next, a smart young
man who had failed for Saudhurst, but was
an excellent judge of horse. Then the
local justices arrived Hartopp, who was
a d. L., thanks to his ancestor, the farrer
in Dutch Williams army; O'Caruey, who
inherited a very small portion of the Bally.
carney estate and Dan Cheevers, whom
paterual government had dubbed IL p"
because he had snug farm and shouted
the war cry Of Tim Healy abool" These,
with Catfyu, K. NJ, were the "bench"--a
bench Of many colors.
The blue pages of the record books rustled
as Hartopp took the chair, with O'Carney
on his right and the r. NJ in the position
traditionally ascribed to the bad angel
Dan Cheevers found seat somewhere in
the rear, where a map Of Ardcarney barony
hung next to the printed statutes on the
shooting of game.
Then the prisoners began to file in through
a side door, escorted by several strapping
members of the Royal Irish. Mods and
mysterious signs passed between the woe
begone group Of men and women and their
friends on the free side" of the railing
Here a lawbreaker would lift five fingers. or
ten, as the case might be, while an answer.
ing signal would be sent back from the oc-
cupant of distant bench, and the prisoner
rendered happy or disconsolate according to
the nature of the reply. Or a much band
aged sufferer, seeing his enemy in the
throng, would fash toward him a malignant
glance from his still uninjured optic, only
to receive in return a grin of defiance
The doctor aud the clerk of the peace
came in together, the former from damp
round of red tickets, the latter from his
home, which was seven Irish miles across
the mountains Then somebody bandaged
the door, 50 that the rain could only spit
through broken window pane, and the
wind whined insultingly down the chin
ney. The court was opened. The blinded
goddess fingered her scales.
The crown versus Judith Mullally," re-
marked the clerk Of the peace as he fitted
one Of his own particular brand Of uibs into
a rusty peuholder. Judith Mullally, come
forward"
There was no answer, In the courtroom
people looked at each other, wondering
wlo Judith Mutually" might be.
From the bench O'Carney leaned over
and whispered something to the clerk. The
latter smiled, and in louder tone sum.
inoned Judy German"
Immediately the knot Of prisoners parted
and a wretched little woman, hollow.
checked and clad in rags, darted forth,
with policeman in pursuit.
Caffyn, R. NJ, brought his hairy fist down
with a bang upon the desk
Here, I sayl" he sputtered what's the
meaning OF this? Who the duece is this
woman7"
This is Judy German Caffyu," observed
O'Carney, smiliugly. Have you never
heard of Judy Corman,"
Then let Judy German 90 back to her
place, " snarled the r NJ. THE woman
named on the charge sheet is one Judith
Mullally."
There was a distinct litter in the court
well, you see, Caffyn " explained O'Car-
ney we have many queer customs in
Upper Ossory. One Of them is that mar
ried woman retains her maiden name after
marriage Now Judy Gorman's late hus-
band was one Kyran Mullally SO the ser
geant there, wishing to summon her legally,
and not more Ossoriense, put her down in
the charge sheet as Mrs. Judith Mutually
dOnt't believe any one in the barony could
guess who Judith Mutually was without
doing a little hard thinking, for Kyran has
been dead these twenty years"
Twenty years an three months come
next All Souls your honor" walled the
voice Of the prisoner Twenty years an
three months since Kyran, God rest him.
went TO heaven. An It's seventeen year
and a week since Hartopp pulled the roof
over my head"
Silence, woman shouted Caffyn This
Is an extraordinary travesty Of justice. The
prisoner Is first summoned here under an
illegal name, and then allowed to talk in
this manner Mr.. Chairman"
But Hartopp had risen from his chair
He was a slow man, Hartopp but not an
unkindly one.
shant ad1udicate IN this case he
said. The prisoner was formerly my
uncle's tenant viii you take my place,
O,Carney?"
The change was effected, and the case
against Judy Gorman otherwise Mrs. Judith
Mullally, began
The policeman told his story. Judy Cor
man had been at il again, he declared.
On the previous evening she had lighted a
bonfire on the knock Of Stracashel, part
Of the property Of Mr. Hartopp Tim
Casey, who held the farm, had warned her
Of, bat she refused to go, alleging that it
was her own house and she had a right to
be there.
"Housel' interrupted Cafyu, R. NJ. "who
said anything about a house2 Is there a
house on the hill Of Stracashel7"
No; there was nothing there now but a
pile Of stones There had been a small
farmhouse once the policeman believed
but Mr. Hatopp had torn It down The
farmhouse had belonged TO Judith German
and her husband Kyrau Mullally The