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Show MORE SPECIMENS OF DETROIT DE-TROIT JUSTICE. 'She's sorry, sir," remarked Bijah, as he handed out Katie Worden, a blaik-cyed girl with a acar on her 11089. 'Yes. I am." she added aa arm pusied a tear from under her eyelid. "I suppose so," mused his honor. "Tre officer says you were so intoxicate! intoxi-cate! that you did not know a woodpile wood-pile from a harness shop, and that you created a good deal of trouble." 'Try me give me one more choice!" she pleaded. 'Couldn't do it," he replied. "Yu've been here twenty times witlin a year, and it is time you un-dersood un-dersood that law can'tabe clothed in the fleece of a lamb or the skin of a tiger. You've come here once too oftei, and I shall make it Bixtydays." 'Oh 1 Heav he I I shall faint ho !' "le placid Miss Worden," he re-marteu, re-marteu, "If you should fall down in in a faint Bijah would have to cut your corset strings, throw water on you ind fan you with a dust-pan, and four present neat and tidy appearance ap-pearance would be destroyed." "But my heart beat so, ' ' she wailed. 1 "Yea; well, you may ait down on the hilf- bushel measure in the corridor cor-ridor ind smell of the cirbolio acid jug. It's a favor we don't grant to every one, but I want you to under-tand under-tand tdat ia a stern sense of justice flQfWire." " While the broken-hearted female was beiig tenderly moved away a frank, dear voice wns heard singing: sing-ing: "Dowi among tho cotton blosiom?, Down imong the sugar cane, There vai whuro I met Lucinda. There' i where " "Put hat boy out!" interrupted his honoirising up and surveying the crowd of imaU boys behind the stove. Silencefollowed. The bow moved uneasily. "Put that boy out, I say," shouted the courti "Please sir," explained a chunk of bootbltck, stepping forward, "I guew its vind in the stove-pipe 1" Bijah ame out with a Bailor at this juncture and the source of the harm onion disturbance was soon settled. "Who's this Lucinda you were singing abut?" inquired his honor as he settle! back. "It was only a song, sir," explained ex-plained tht sailor, shifting about uneasily. "Well.wiat about this charge of drunkeness'" "Blast mi Hokes if I know." "You wee drunk see it in your face. Wha do you mean by such conduct?" "I s'pos I fell in with Jack, and Tom, and Bill, and got tight before I knew it.", "Well, III make you get up and climb for lot attending to your own business. The sentence is thirty days." "Whoop I' exclaimed the sailor. "That cdls far thirty more!" replied re-plied his hoior. "It does, ih? whoop !" "I'll male it three months!" There waf a nanss. "Any morj whoops?" inquired the court. "Not evoc a whoop-skirt!" Badly replied the anlor as lie walked away. It wns the ind. Detroit Free Press. |