The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1914-01-08
INTO ARMS OF LAW
BY J. A. TIFFANY.


TO state before l made as much as
policeman earns.
But, now, l had been fortunate
enough 10 secure the appointment OF
municipal court Judge.
This had been my first day Of Office,
and there had not been . single case
for trial II looked as IL ny expert
ence as a private practitioner was TO
be repeated in ny ofiial capacity.
Even the law-breakers and litigants
Stunned NE.
was aroused from ny meditatious
By the sound Of footsteps.
In a few moments a mans ngure
appeared IN the open doorway. He was
Enthusiastically 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 Ehis-
per. what will you charge to get me
on"
OF WHAT" I asked.
Well, l don't want 70 tell, but !
suppose I shall have TO; it's all over
town. Please don't let them take me
70 jail, mister"
What's the trouble? What have
you done?" I asked the fellow. But,
l may as we'll warn you, before you
go any further" added, remembering
my new appointment, that I am
Judge, as well as lawyer"
You a Judge" the yokel exclaimed,
IN q 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"
the fellow whined.
'Tf you are IN need OF professional
advice. / think you had better go 70
another law Office, and not tell me
anything about your troubles" said.
81 can't send you to Jail until you are
, brought before me in the ordinary
course OF Justice"
But, l don't want to 90 TO Jail at
all, Judge. I didn't think they would
/ hold il against me all these years. !
/ haven't been in the city in thirty
years. and II 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. III you have anything to say
10 me, I will listen to It, and treat
II confdentially, so far as can. Either
tell me your troubles. or 60 and tell
them to some other lawyer"
NO" said the man, desperately,
I'll make q clean breast Of 1t to you,
/ Judge. You see, mister, when ! was a
| boy-thirty years sgo- 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 lot OF snow on
/ the ground, and some OF the city boys
began calling me a hayseed, and pelt-
/ ing me with snowballs. / didn't like
| it-not so much the snovballing as
their calling me a hayseed. So
made some enowballs myself and
SHE'D back at them. Well, Just as
was throwing good hard ball at one
Of the boys, policeman came round
the corner. and It knocked of his hat.
! started and ran as hard as / could.
/ never stopped till got to my faith
/ er's farm away out in the country,
ten miles from here. laid awake all
that night, expecting that they would
I ho ~
pecting them ever since. But, as I
had not heard OF 1t in all these years,
! 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 your" / asked the fellow.
There's notices all over the city,"
the man whined.
What kind Of notices." / asked.
I haven't seen anything OF them"
why, one says, Bill posters be-
ware, and another, Bill posters will
be prosecuted"
What's your name?" I asked, as a
light seemed to break in on me in all
this nonsensical tragedy.
Posters" the man replied. viii
liam Posters. But they generally call
me Bill-Bill Posters"
"Ah, see," said, with a sigh OF
relief. And you want to settle this
quietly-without any exposure?"
We'll, this is a case, / am afraid.
that can't be settled with a fine" I
said, rising and confronting the vii
lain, who shrank from me, and cow
cred near the door.
You won't send me to Jail, judgs.'
he pleaded.
NO, well settle it without that" I
said. Just turn round"
As Mr.. Posters turned his back on
me, / gave him a good, hearty kick.
that sent him clear through the door
way.
"Is that all?" he asked, with a bu-
collie smile.
Yes, that's all-for the present. /"
l replied. But, IL you ever come
near this Office again, I'll give you a
good deal more than that. Now-ske-
daddle, Bill Posters, and get back on
the farm, where you belong"
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