Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-03

81 tell you. you are crazy" said Dacre'
furiously. Look at my clothes!
The Georgia justice, thus ad1ured, push
ed his spectacles into firuer focus ana SUI :
viewed the young mans exqulsiteiy ouii'
sui, with interest, his small, shre"u e.
gI.ncine keenly over its irreproachanie
lines. ,.,
] 81 don't see anything the matter with
: tben - he drawled. "They appear 10 De
cut very NICE though the pants are niue
hoce,v IN the hips. Is that what you
mean
"Of course not" retorted Dacre, biting
his lin. Il mean that the way L m dresseo
ought to show you that you cant POSSIBLY
class me as a vagabond.
To give point to his remark, he glanced
at his VALET and chauffeur, Jean La1ue'
whose usually impressive face was purple
with indignation.
',The new law says, returned the Jus'i'0
calmly, that anybody taken up wlthou. WIS
tble means of support is obliged TO "ork oui
roads for a specified length OF time. NOW
you've been loafing round my rnotheriess
girl. Jennie. and l pointedly won't have her
going with a fellow that lives on charity.
This was too much for Lafue.
"Charity!" he shrieked. ''Cochon que
tuestl Could you but behold re spieh,
der-r-r-r In which monsieur resides anu
can you not figure TO yourseH 10" hiuo"
his automobile alone cost?
.Keep quiet, Lafuer' commanded Dacre'
sharply ignoring the grns of half dozen
farmers who hearing of the arrest OF the
milIiopaire had hurried in to see the trial.
The nearby school house was turned INTO
a court room for the occasion. II oei1s sat
urday afternoon. Justice Mathews usually
tried his cases at home, but this time ne
rule
Mathews occupied the teachers chair on
a kind of dads. The prisoner and his valet
both sat on front bench beneath, 1uXta-
position which horriefied the uneasy FRENCH
man, though it did not seem to disturb his
master, who now added angrily to the JUS
tice:
How dare you apply the term charity to
me?''
Il reckon T wouldn't that word dare
to a justice of the peace, young man., said
the court, leisurely. You might get
double dose for contempt. And Foster
Mathews never makes mistake without
good grounds. You told me yourself that
you lived on charity.
Il Sold you that?" gasped Dacre.
Certainly. You informed me that your
daddy was Mr. G. Remington Dacre of New
York. and we all know that by the squash
ing of any independent operators who hap
pened to get in his way Mr.. G. Remington
Dacre has accumulated enough money to
fill all the potato sacks in this county. No
body disputes that"
Then why don't you let me go?' de-
manded Dacre holly, his handsome brown
eyes flashing with all suppressed fire.
Hold on, h-oo-eold on, young man. Your
daddy did that, and 1 amt doubling it was
hard work. The court will freely admit
that he must have sat up nights and wres-
tied all day to have got together that pile
of dollars. Mr.. G. Remington Dacre is an
industrious man. Didn't see his name head
ing any cotillons, nor pictures of him eat
ing a fool dinner on horseback. II he was
here he should have the freedom of the
highway"
You are kind I'm sure observed Dacre
with bitter sarcasm.
Not at all. Merely Justice But now
you are a horse of another color. When L
asked you what was your profession you
says naughty like-'Sir l have no occasion
to work When l asked you if you had
ever made a dollar in your life you shruis-