Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-20

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a small dusty-looking - AEgA{S @
Italian, stumbling along gA%s.Ysss ~ NJ
in advance of a tall - 80 MI
muscular policeman, ny % MA@M Nss
and clutching nervousy r. ~ 49, M
in both hands bat - Was#N !l5 L.
tered brick-stained felt
hat. He
cated, gaunt little fellow of about forty five, with
a thin mustache, pointed nose, and wild rapidly
shifting brown eyes. Under his open coat red
undershrt, unbuttoned at the neck. disclosed his
sinewy chest. The nOndesCript trousers, which
reached only to his ankles, terminated in huge,
formless machine-made shoes the original color of
which had entirely disappeared in favor of a dull
whitish green streaked with red.
He muttered beneath his breath as he saw the
throng of strange faces, not knowing what next
to happen; but the attendant showed him without
ceremony. Five years in America had taught him
only twenty words of English and for augbt that
he could tell this might well be the place of public
execution. The rough, mperious lawyer who had
consented to take his case on the instalment plan
had not been to see him in over a week. This
because Maria had spent the first instalment
little feast OF chicken which she had cooked and
brought to the Tombs in newspaper for her hus-
band, instead of taking the money to the attorneys
office
As Candida was half dragged half pushed to
the bar, plump white-skinned, c1ean-shaven
in a surtout entered the court room and thrust his
way forward. Suddenly the prisoner uttered a
choking cry and sank trembling to his knees, his
locked hands raised to the Judge in piteous appeal,
while the attendants strove unsuccessfully to lift
Madonna" he cried "Oh, Madonna confess
that took the life of BepPel Sqlsate0pl"
The begogged, piebald bearded interpreter who
had taken his stand beside the defendant began
to translate in dramatic, stilted believing
" He says: Oh, Madonna, confess"
Here! Stop him! Stop that! Tell him to keep
still That won't do" interposed the assistant.
The interpreter gesticu1ated at the Italian, chat
tering voluby the while. Candida staring like
frightened animal allowed himself to be placed upon
his feet, and stood clinging to the rail
Are you ready to proceed to trial? sternly
asked the court of the plump in the surtout.
Il am not, your honor, replied the man 4
have not been paid
Candida raised his hands in supplication. 90
The lawyer glanced at him contemptuouslv
:" You have not been paid? That makes no differ
Il do not represent the prisoner" replied the
other stubbornly g. If your honor cares to assign
counsel, | shall be pleased to do so"
Candida, hearing the severity of the Judges tones
shook in every limb.
50 that IS your CAMEL exclaimed his honor
wrathfuy. You have induced this to retain
you as his lawyer, in order that now, the plea
that you have not been paid, you may induce to
assign you counsel, and thus secure the five
hundred dollar fee allowed by the State A fine
performance! | order you to proceed to trial"
Then | respectfully decline retorted the other
turning toward the door
The Judge bit his lips in wel1-controled anger.
Mr. District Attorney, prepare an order at once and
serve it upon this attorney to appear before
morrow morning and show cause why he should not
be punished for contempt of court. | will assign
eX Judge Flynn to the defense Adjourn court until