, 1921-01-27

man, when a nice, quiet animal like
this - he stroked the kitten that
chung to him affectlonately. Inc Mr..
Faxon smiled OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES so
that the n%eighbors send in a COM
plant, and we find it with its head
stuck fast in an empty ~succotash can.
1t Gun mean only one thing"
And what's that?" demanded Mr..
FaXon.
Cruelty to animals"
Mr.. Faxon fairly choked with in
dignation.
Il brought 1t In from the alley"
Mrs. FaXon declared vehemently. and
fed 1t. and 1t wouldn't 90 back, and
we left 1t here while we went to the
theater."
He checked Mr.. Faxon's further pro-
tests by a peremptory command to
accompany him to the county's BOARD
~ing-house where the windows are
barred and the simple life is OBJ
served.
1t vas 3 a. IN. when he finally
reached home. Mrs. Faxon had not
yet one to bed. She was pale and
d~isheveled, and she threw herself into
her husbands arms and wept for
sheer relief and joy at his safe re-
turn.
81 Thought they h-had you
locked up In a horrid Cell" she
sobbed.
Not on your life" scoffed Mr.. Fax
on. I'm out on bond" he explained.
i've got to appear In court at nine
In the morning." he explained.
Merely because he believed 1t to be
the expected thing, and not because
he considered it in any degree neces-
sary, Mr.. Faxon engaged a lawyer for
his defense.
There was not much testimony Of
fered by either side, but to such as
there was he gave the closest atten-
ton.
In my judgment" said the judge,
"the evidence is insufficient for convic-
ton. But-complaint has been made
to this court concerning a recent judg-
ment of the court in a similar CASE
He smiled pleasantly at Mr.. Faxon.
who nudged his counsel's elbow.
81 say" he whispered, "who is he.
anyway"
Judge Sinclair" returned the
lawyer in surprise. Didn't you
known"
But" protested Mr.. Faxon, cit
says Judge Benton on the door,"
"Oh. yes; they traded c~ourt-rooms.
you know, and the names haven't beef
changed"
"And So" concluded his honor.
thirty days in the county jail"
Mr.. Faxon's lawyer leaped to his
feet.
"What!' he shouted.
Five dollars for contempt OF
court" said the judge im~perturbably
II beg your honor's pardon" said
the attorney. but did your honor
mean thirty days or thirty dollars?"
Thirty days." repeated his honol
inexorably. Next; Ferguson VS.. Nc
Pherson."
Mr.. Faxon pulled at his counsell
sleeve.
Its all right" he whispered weak
ly. II understand"
The lawyer gazed at him in blanl
surprise. He thought they were al
going mad together.
1t was a meek n c~restfallen pris
oner whom the jailer received tina
morning.
He lunched on thin bean soup ano
thick slices of bread.
At first his anger waxed hot against
his wife. Then his loyalty to and love
for her overbOre 1t, and 1t turned
against her numerous clubs. She had
simply been the unwilling tool Of q
lot of misguided women. and he-ht
had been their dupe.
That night the governor and Judge
Sinclair dined together. They had
been friends n cronies for years
So 1t was no surprise to his excellency,
the governor. when his honor. the
judge, asked a favor.
II want n pardon he said, for a
man l sent to jail this morning"
For a man you sent to jail this
m%orningf" echoed the governor.
Great Scott Man, hadn't you better
change your mind (the next time be
fore you send hlmT"
The judge laughed and told the
story. The governor laughed and
dispatched the pardon by special mes
senger, so that Mr.. Faxon was en-
abled to reach home only an hour
later than usual.
Mrs. Faxon was not in. In the
kitchen were the customary pie-ap-
ple-and the saucepan on nondescript
stew.
Mr.. Faxon looked at them long and
earnestly. Then he consigned them
both to the garbage-can.
I'm ashamed to look an apple pie
In the face he muttered.
After which he sat down to await
the return of the mistress of the
household.
She came In the usual fiutter OF
hurry and apology.
Mr.. Faxon stood quite two inches
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