The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-12-24

committed TO JAIL He explained
5 them alt lie promised TO do better.
He was ready 10 leave town and go
10 work.
JUDGE ALMOST
SHOWS SMILE
An austsre Judge looked down.
Slowly his expression changed He
almost smiled. benigniy.
Bump he said. at last. ~tcmor-
row win be- Christmas"
yes" Bump fastened TO confirm.
then added. apologeticaily. IF your
honor please
whether l please or not" cor.
\ recfed the court in loud voice. TO
BORROW viii be Christmas. Under.
stands I am powsrless 10 thwars
Il. An auspicious time when man
kind rises out OF it's iethargic rut
and affsctinnatefy and oonssierate-
ly--. Bump. Il Is the spirit Of the
court to be lenssnt this day.
Bumps face lighted up. Tia long
row of prisoners on tbs b~nch. at
the word '.lsnisne.s nudxed each
other ard assumed an attitude Of
more profound respect. interest and
hope--ail but Handy Andy
=. Go your way said the Judge TO
Bump.
Bump went. TIE next prisoner
did likewise wuh growing pleas
ure the men on the bench looked on
~. one by one. their companions
stood up. were lsctured and dis
rfnissed.
But with Andy not 50. With each
dismissal his face grew gioomier.
& his pain. apparently. more acute.
He was. n plfiable object when the
gbailiff called. cheeriIy:
"Ansrew Jones, come forwardr'
Andy shuffied 10 the bar. features
wincing at every step.
A policeman draped himself upon
the witness chair.
i'll This man. your honor" he drawt
-, ~was arrested last night drunk
"A didn't know where he was and
"a "a he had NO place TO 20. so l
Iorought him in. He never works
Just lives around"
saThat1I do. officer said the court.
I'm acquainted with the prisoners
record pretty well Andrew, what
have you got to say7 Tomorrow Is
Christmas. and"
Guilty broke in Andy. II got
nothing to say. The last time I was
kn. Judge. yotf honor. you said IL
ever come back would go 20 jail
for so days. but l can't help II -'ns
guilty. I admit IT,"
But
II amt got dime. Judge. 7 Amt
able 10 work. can't lift my arm
above this high"
GIVES EVIDENCE
or HELPLEssSEss
Andy, his face twitching, labor.
iously raised his right arm to the
level OF his shoulder. gave an ex-
ciamatiefi denoting sudden twinge
Of pain. and slowly lowered the arm
again.
The short afternoon was waning
In the Iow-cesIinged courtroom II was
growing dusk. Andy stepped nearer
+. 10 the judges bench. that the court
might be impressed with his utter
helplessness.
Two deep furrows appeared be-
tween the judges eyes. lie regarded
the prisoner before him with an air
yof sudden suspicion.
But this story is former Assistant
Prosecutor Brlnkerts. He should
have been telling II all along.
s-she Judge was wise and
sagacious judge Brinksr concluded
@I1is gaze sat on Andy for one brief
moment Then he said:
ANDREW, IL Is the sentence OF this
court that you be confined in jail for
two months
ANDY bent lower. For the first
time that day faint smile crossed
his face.
"Judge. thank you.' he said. and
turned on his heel.
"By the way. Andrew the Judge
spoke, hating him. It's getting dark
m here. Just turn on that light, will
you, Andrew?'
s'That will, and a Merry Christ
mas TO you, judge returned Andy,
and he did so. With contented
.1.grIn he stood on his tiptoes, stretch
III up his right arm 10 it's full
length and pressed the button that
hung suspended more than seven
feeD from the floor. The light
flashed on.
~ thought 80. said the Judge,
evenly. Sentence Ii suspended
You're too agile a cripple. Andrew.
Get outr"