The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-01-29

He checked Mr.. Faxon's furth..
tests by a peremptory Comma
accompany him TO the countv'O NJ
ing-house where the windows
barred and the simple life
served.
1t was 3 a. m. when no j
reached home. Mrs. Faxon ho
yet gone to bed. She was nal
disheveled, and she threw hersa,l
her husbands arms and Wont
sheer relief and joy at his an
turn.
Il Thought they h-haa
LOCKED up in a hOrrid Cell
sObbed.
Not on your life" scoffed yIr
on. I'm out or bond" he expl,I
1--WE got 10 appear in court a,
i'm the morning" he explained
Merely because he believed II
the expected thing, and not bed
he considered it in any degree \
sary, Mr.. FaXon engaged a lawy.'
his defense.
There was not much testimod
fered by either side, but to su
there was he gave the closest
ton.
in my judgment" said the
"the evidence is insufficient for
ton. But-cOmplaint has been
to this court concerning a recent
ment of the court in Il similar ca
He smiled pleasantly at Mr..
who nudged lis counSers elbd
II say" he whispered, who
anyway
Judge Sinclair" returned
lawyer in surprise. "Didnt
know"
But" protested Mr.. Faxed
says Judge Benton on the door.
"Oh, yes; they traded court
you know, and the names haven
changed"
And So" concluded his
thirty days in the county jail.
Mr.. FaXon's lawyer leaped
feet.
- WHAT" he shouted.
Five dollars for cOntemd
court" said the judge impertu1
Il beg your honor's pardon,
the attorney, "but did your
mean thirty days or thirty dolla
Thirty days." repeated his
inexorably. Next; Ferguson VI
Pherson."
Mr.. FaxOn pulled at his col
sleeve.
Its all right" he whispered
ly. ~ understand"
The lawyer gazed at him In
surprise. He thought they we
going mad together.
1t was meek and crestfalle1
oner whom the jailer received
morning.
He lunched on thin bean sou
thick slices of bread.
That night the governor and
Sinclair dined together. The!
been friends and crOnies for
So ii was no surprise to his excel
the governor, when his homo
judge, asked favor.
II want a pardon" he said,
man / sent to Jail this morning
For a man you sent to jail
mOrningT echoed the gow
"Great Scott ! Man, hadn't you
change your mind the next til.
fore you send him?"
The judge laughed and tod
story. The governor laughed
dispatched the pardon by speech
senger, so that Mr.. FaxOn va
abled TO reach home only an
later than usual.
Mrs. Faxon was not in. ID
kitchen were the customary n.
ple-and the saucepan on nonda
stew.
Mr.. FaxOn looked at them lon
earnestly. Then he consigned
both to the garbage-can.
After which he sat down to
the return of the mistress
household.
Mr.. Faxon stood quite two
taller than usual. and related 4
and dispassionately, butt trut
the narrowing experiences Of tn
Claudia" said he, in cond
and with an air of finality, Il
we have had enough of clubs"
IL think so, too" said
FaxOn.
She looked at the dust thick
furniture, at the Uttered flo0l
had been sewing and had gon
in a hurry-and her lip Quiver
IL guess" she said very
that reform ought to begin at
And, Henry, I'm so ashamed
there's pie for dinner and"
"Was," softly corrected Mr..
Its in the garbage-can now.
ner's waiting for us In the rest
around the corner"
Mrs. Faxon lifted an April
She slipped her hand into her
bands arm.
Henry" she said solemnly,
a dear. And-home's best.
ALL"