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Show X MIKEWM rLVTTEKEK. HE WAS A jnDGE OF BEACTV ASD HAD A SICK CHILD. Peter Ragland, the w hltewashcr, was arretted on a charge oJ 'having snatched a lady's pocLetboot. "Tho proof," said the Justice, 'U 10 plain that further Investigation Is unnec- o It ain't, nan," the negro replied. re-plied. "D.r'a tlnies when tuUiIu' dat dun looked lite proof swivels up mlght'Jy when you tllDg de Ctelight o' reason down on IL"' "Well, but what urelisht of res-sin res-sin can olleet the proof tliat you met this lady on the ttrcvt and snatched her purse?" -cw. ledge, lenimo trll yoji suthln'. i wux comln launs.-e ttrect, an' yere comes dls lady, fclie rome laung, ho did, er lioldlu' out her money bag dlseer way (lmi-UUngher),an' (lmi-UUngher),an' 1 thought oat sliu was oflerlu' it ter me, a..' I tuw It, I did. I alius take everything dat is offered to roe, sail." "But why did you think thai sue was offering lt to you?" "Wal, you hx my little daughter has been flck fur some thus au de wlUlefolkiliailcen powerful kind ter me gibe mo within' putty nigh every day. an' I thought dat dis lady had yeerd erbout hit an' wauled me ter gtt some medicine." "That's all very veil, but what made you runso fast after snitching thepuise?" . , ,, OVt'hn nl llf nVlI. ihUfillnil to gain time. "Yes, you." ,., Why, ledge," lie cxebltced, with the brightness of a tudden idea, "I wanted ter hurry on home ter carry de good nevt anted to tell my J' wl!edatduuitlrlady I ever ed In my life dun gib up money ernulj ter git all de medicine we want. Oh, no,tah, 1 lialn't no lian' to loke erloug when good ne Is cr ttirrln' up my herb. I lias Mtd white folLs tliatliadbien sent atlcr de doctor pokeerlong, butlt alu't dalterway widmctur when I think the putties put-ties whiteLuly Ieber eecd has dun gib mo money, I ain't g ine let er crap o grass grow uuder my feeu Je' look at dat lady, jclge. Ain't sho Ititty? Fo' de Lawd, she dun put me In mine 0? my young mbtls ltung fo' do wall. Putty ladies Is a glttln' mighty sca o now. Oh, I knowa'em. OIo nixkler ustersay to me: 'Tele,' he'd 'low, 'cf I wus ea gooder jedgo o' beauty ez, Iwouldu' Co nothiu' lutstan' roun an' jdck out wives fbrdtsje good-Iookln' yeung men. Now, Jolge, I hasdun gib my 'epUnatlon, an' you mer sen' ter Jail ef joit wants ter." "Judge,"aatd the woman ouyly, holding her bead tooueskic and "tit'e:Ing"Jt st enough to be girlbli, ''IThai slwastol'Uiiie. I udecd, I believe 1 off red him the purse, not thiuklng vf wlnt I was doing at the time. I think you ought to let hlmcfl. A broad smile bocame epidemic In the court room. Tha justice sakl the puree snatchtr was IncJJele-na IncJJele-na Jcvrnal. |