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Show A STRANGE SCENE. U'iiiti TuD'lar WiinU and Taarful TUad- Inf;. 1rII Money Bucoir.dt. PhllalclpMa Time. It was in the coi ri.lor of the sixth il.,or of the city hull. Tinio, a little before 10 o'clock yesterday niorniiifr. Sperta-to: Sperta-to: s, a group of reporters. Speakers, a middle-aged, neatly, but poorly dressed female accompanied by a younger woman evidently her daughter. She had inquired sewral times when Magistrate Mag-istrate Colo would arrive. They impatiently im-patiently paced the enrridor iu front of the hearing room. He fore his honor arrived a man whoso appearance showed plainly that he was partial to the umber colored bevcrago joined tho the couple. "Don't do il, M.try; don't do it: pleased don't do it," eiitreutingly said lie. "I am tired of yin.rabtisn and I am poiti to have you arrested," remarked the elderly woman. 'Just give me another trial," he begged, beg-ged, "ami I'll nev er strike you again-" "Von have Mid that before, but you did not live up to your promise." "Try me, oh, try me:" he persisted, "i mean it this time; indeed I do." Uy this time there was quite a crowd around the speakers, though they wero not near enough to interrupt tho dialogue. dia-logue. "Vou n ill find me a diiTen nl man after af-ter this," he plead; "there, that will prove it." and he kissed her. The kiss did not mollify her. She appeared to be leaf to Ins pleading. Probably she did not see the tear that was iu hi.s eye. Put ho kis.-ed her again. "Vc, I mean it, M iry," said he, repressing re-pressing a sob. "Then look here," drawing a wallet from his pocket, causing the silver it contained to jingle, "if you come home with me now, Mary, you can have it all. ' The woman took a good look at it and then she said: "Yes, it wili bo chicken today, but air tomorrow. Hut band it over, Jacob; 1 !1 give you one more trail." They tht.t! passed down the corridor to the elevator, be with his arm around her waist, both up parent ly on the best of terms with each other. The young woman followed. |