The Prescott daily news., 1913-08-28
INTO ARMS OF LAW
By J. A. TIFFANY.

But, now, l had been fortunate municipal court judge. This had been my first day of office, and there had not been a single case for trial It looked as if my experi- ence as a private practitioner was to be repeated in my otfiial capacity. Even the law-breakers and litigants summed me.
 I was aroused from my meditations by the sound of footsteps.
 In a few moments a mans figure appeared in the open doorway. He was unmistakably from the country.
 A clumsy, ungainly man, apparent ly about forty-five years of age, he advanced toward my desk with stealthy, nervous step. The fellow had hunted look.
 Say, mister" he said, in a whis- per, what will you charge to get me off"
 of what?" I asked.
 Well I don't want to tell, but suppose I shall have to; it's all over town. Please don't let them take me to jail, mister"
 What's the trouble? What have you done?" 1 asked the fellow. But, I may as well warn you, before you go any further" added, remembering my new appointment, that 1 am judge, as well as a lawyer"
 You judge" the yokel exclaimed, in a tone of horror. "Oh, gosh I've when l was trying my best to escape. Please, sir, don't send me to jail" the fellow whined.
 "If you are in need of professional advice, think you had better go to another law office, and not tell me anything about your troubles" I said. 'I cant send you to jail until you are brought before me in the ordinary course of justice"
 But, don't want to go to jail at all. judge. l didn't think they would hold it against me all these years. haven't been in the city in thirty years, and if you'll only let me go , this time. I'll promise never to come here again"
 Now, see here, my man." I said sharply. for the fellow was becoming | tedious, If you have anything to say to me- I will listen to it, and treat it confidentially, so far as can Either tell me your troubles, or go and tell them to some other lawyer "No," said the man, desperately, "l'll make a clean breast of it to you judge. You see, mister when I was boy-thirty years ago-I came to the city one day, in my fathers sleigh; and while the old man was around town doing his business, I played about the stable where he put up his horse. There was a lot of snow on the ground, and some of the city boys began calling me hayseed, and pelt ing me with snowballs. 1 didn't like their calling me hayseed. Sos made some snowballs myself and shied back at them. Well, just as was throwing a good hard ball at one of the boys, policeman came round the corner, and it knocked off his hat l started and ran as hard as I could. l never stopped till I got to my fath- CTS farm away out in the country, ten miles from here. I laid awake all that night, expecting that they would be coming for me; and I've been ex- pecting them ever since. But. as l had not heard of 1t in all these years. l plucked up courage and came in today thinking it had all blown over. But see that was mistaken. They're after me-"
 What makes you think they are after you?" I asked the fellow.
 There's notices all over the city," the man whned
 What kind of notices?" I asked. T haven't seen anything of them"
 Why, one says, Bill posters be- ware, and another, Bill posters will be prosecuted!'"
 Whats your name?" I asked, as a light seemed to break in on me in all this nonsenscal tragedy.
 Posters" the man replied. "Wil- liam Posters. But they generally call me Bill-Bill Posters"
 "Ah, sec" l said. with sigh of relief. And you want to settle this quietly-without any exposure?"
 Well, this is a case. am afraid, that can't be settled with a fine," I said, rising and confronting the will lain, who shrank from me, and cow cred near the door.
 You won't send me 70 jail, judge ?" he pleaded.
 No, we'll settle it without that" I