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Show o ATTORNEY WINS HIS CASE. "Jim" Jones is not tho true name of a well known attorney, who was mistaken a few nights ago for a thief, and who had a hard time to convince the minion of the law who was on his trail, that he was not tho man wanted. "Jim" had been busy all day in the District Court, and while on tho way to his home early In tho evening, dropped Into a well known thirst quenching resort, where he had friends, and stood up to tho bar to take a lemonade, or some other "soft" drink. "Jim," by tl0 way, never Indulges In-dulges to excess in that stuff that makes a man's head feel like a San-tos-Dumont airship at full speed. As "Jim" stepped Into tho saloon, the man In the white apron bowed, smiled, and rubbed his hands. Hb did not know what was coming. Neither did "Jim." Our friend, the attorney, took his drink. Ho was in tho act of wiping the moisture from his mustache when a burly blue coat tapped him on the shoulder, and in a true Plnkerton whisper, and with tho invariable wink that Is seen on tho "stolge," when a "ily cop" makes a "pinch," said, with melodramatic effect, "I want you." "W'at 'ell," exclaimed Jone3. "This guy says that you robbed him," said the "fly cop," whoso name is not "Dirt," but sounds suspiciously llko It. Then tho attorney went up In the air. He said funny things that would not look good on the page3 of a select and conservative family paper. Tho man who had been indicated, then came forward. He had previously previous-ly described Jone3 to a T. There was the same gray suit, the same mustache, tho same red tie, and the same stiff black hat. "What Is the matter with you, fellow!" fel-low!" said the attorney, as the 'man-tlo 'man-tlo of rogo began to spread a crimson flush over his cheeks. "You are the man who robbed me," reiterated the man who had been "bumped." Thon his story was told. Ho had como Into the saloon In tho morning, from a sheep ranch, and ho had ?32.35 In his pockets. He had been spending money over tho bar all day, and was In possession of a second degree de-gree jag, and was starting In on the third degree. Tho yokel declared that ho had lost J14.60, and that Jones had picked his pocket a half hour before. Thon Jones lost his temper. This was the first, last and only tlmo that "Jim" had over lost anything. "So you soy I stolo J14.B0 from you, do you? "ho queried tho man who had been "robbed." "You certainly robbed mo," was tho answor. Then something happened, and It happoned so quickly that no ono knew what happened until It had happoned. A big hard fist, at tho end of a big muscular arm, shot out like a rock from a catapult, and caught the farmer far-mer on the chin. Down he went llko a log. Then tho policeman Interfered. Inter-fered. "Seo hero," ho cried, "oven ir you aro a lawyer, yon can't do that." "Jim" cooled down and when tho farmer came to, ho took an inventory of his belongings. Ho found ?19.80 in his pockets. It is a mathematical fact that 119.80 plus ?14.50, Is more than ?32.35, and the crime of theft, with which Jones was charged, was wined off tho slato. Then Jones bought for tho crowd and tho sheep herder helped to pay. Ho admitted that ho was in tho wrong and that if was West Temple streot liquid refreshments that had played havoc with his mind. Tho assault and battery case was not pressed by tho policeman. The sheep man thanked Jones for "pounding a little sense into his head," and then a celebration cele-bration was started. Now when the sheep man comes to town he hunts up Jones, and endeavors endeav-ors to get him to go on a big celebration. celebra-tion. But Jones has signed the pledge. No more celebration for him. J$- o |