The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-09-16
INTO ARMS OF law
By J.A TIFFANY

enough to secure the appointment ol
municipal court Judge
This had been ny first day of office,
ana there had not been a single case
for trial 1t looked as II my expert
enee as a private practitioner was 10
be repeated in my offiial capacity
Even the law-breakers and litigants
stunned me.
was aroused from my meditations
by the sound Of footsteps
III a few moments mans figure |
appeared in the open doorway. He was
unmistakably from the country
A clumsy ungainly man. apparent
" about forty-fye 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
orr
~On what?' I asked.
"Well, l don't want to tell, but
suppose shall have to; it's all over
town Please don't let them take me
to Jail, mister"
whats the trouble? What have
YOU doneg / asked the fellow. but,
4 ! may as wen warn you, before you
go any further" / added, remembering
my new appointment, that am
Judge, as well as lawyer
nYou a Judge" the yokel exclaimed,
in a tone Of horror. "Oh, gosh I've
run right into the arms Of the law
when ] was trying my best to escape.
Please, sir don't send me TO jail, 4
the fellow whined.
/ If you are IN need of professional
advice, think you had better 80 10
another law office, and not tell me
anything about your troubles" said
"I can't send you TO Jail until you are
brought before me In the ordinary
course OF Justice
But, don't want to 90 to jail al
all, Judge. | didn't think they would
hold II against me all these years.
haven't been IN the city in thirty
years, and If you'll only let me &c
! this time, III promise never to come
+ here again"
"Now sec here, my man." ! sait
sharply, for the fellow was becominI
tedious, III you have anything to sa!
to me, / win listen to it. and trea
s IT conhdentially, SO far as ! can. Eithe
. tell me your troubles, or so and tel
them to some other lawyer"
! 'No,' said the man, desperately
!, "I'll make clean breast Of It to vol
judge. You nee, mister, when l was
T boy-thirty years af,o-I came TO tn
= city one day, IN my fathers sleigh
+ and while the Old man was aroun
town doing his business, playe
about the stable where he put up hi
3 horse. There was lot Of snow 0
the ground, and some of the city boy
began calling me a hayseed, and pei
ing me with snowballs. | didn't ILL
it--not so much the snowballing {
? their calling me a hayseed SO
. made some enowballs myself al
= SHE'D back at them. Well, just as
i was throwing a good hard bali at OF
4 OF the boys, a policeman came roul
the corner, and It knocked off his he
started and ran as hard as coul
L never stopped till I got TO my fat
ers farm away out in the counti
. ten miles from here. / laid awake
= that night, expecting that they wou
4 be coming for me; and I've been {
: pecting them ever since. But, as
had not heard OF it in all these yea
/ plucked up courage and came
today, thinking it had all blown ov
But i see that ] was mistaken. They
> after me-
= What makes you think they 9
after your" asked the fellow
"There's notices all over the cit
the man whined.
what kind Of notices. ask
Il haven't seen anything Of them.
"Why, one SAYS. Bill posters
ware, and another. Bill posters y
be prosecuted"
Whats your name?" I asked, al
light seemed to break in or me in
this nonsensical tragedy
"Posters," the man replied ~
liam Posters. But they generally (
me Bill-Bil Posters"
"Ah, I see,' l said, with sigh
relief. "And you want to settle
quietly-wthout any exposure?"
"Well, this is a case am afr
that can't be settled with fine,
said, rising and confronting the
lain, who shrank from me, and c
cred near the door
You won't send me to Jail, iudg
he pleaded
mo, ven settle It without that
said "Iust turn round"
AS Mr.. Posters turned his back
me, gave him a good, hearty k
that sent him clear through the d
way
\ 'la that air. he asked, with a
~ collie smile
Yes, that's all--for the prese
i replied "But. If you ever C
near this Office again. III give yc
good deal more than that. Now
daddle, Bill Posters. and get bacl
the farm, where you belong
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