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Show but now that I am in the sewer you spurn me," feelingly said Keeler after the exhulta-tion exhulta-tion was over. "Spurn you, never!" exclaimed Bijah. "My heart bleeds for you, indeed it does, and last night I penned for you "the following follow-ing lines which 1 hope will comfort you in the hour of your pain and affliction." And in a voice choking with the emotion he could not control. Bijah solemnly read: KtSIJE't DAXIST. I would not live always draw salary; not I; Oh, I'll not linger when bidden to fly ; The days of mv power, gruntel me here, Are enough for life's joys, full enough of good cheer. . , . - - I'll not shrink from the thorny pathway, - ; Blazed by Gee and Laney the gav, Bat like a patriot unblest o'er the earth I'll roam, W lii Le my political friends are hastening "home." . That harsh, jarring sound! What i tit 1 hear? The voices of ihe council ring in mine ear, And see, softly opens those portals so old, And forward steps the mayor like a warrior bold. In his right hand glislens a weapon so bright It causes my head to shake in alright. I but wait for the summons, I list lor the cry Alleluiah, Amen, oh, Powers, I die I At its conclusion both Bijah and Kesler wept and Clerk Glenn, who had been an interested in-terested listener throughout the proceedings from his coigne of vantage under a table, spoiled a hugging bee by falling over in a fit of hysteria. A moment later, as calm and serene as a summer sky, Kesler was casting his bonnle blue eyes in a critical way over the Motley crew, which the good Dr. Raleigh marshaled to the mourner's bench. IN THE POLICE C0UKT Kesler and Bijah Participate in an Affecting- Scene. THE LAMENT OF A PATRIOT. Doings In the Police Court Soiled Doves Contribute Their Mite to the Municipal Till Monday Morning Morn-ing Transgressors Tenderly Cared for-The Case of "Jim" McDonald. Vagrant. Continued Short Orders and Police Pointers. , .. - s . - ... . There was a sad and pitiful expression in the eyes of Kesler, J., this morning when he quietly entered the courtroom' and clasped the sympathetic hand of "Bijah" Armstrong, Arm-strong, the bailiff. "This is a cold and unfeeling world, Bijah," was his opening sally. "Yes, your honor, it is," was the reply, as tho owner of the voice earnestly scratched the trademark of a North Salt Lake mus-quito, mus-quito, "but you must console yourself with the thought that man is only sure of his true reward in heaven." "Yep," gasped Kesler, "but I've earned It here, I've earned it here." "So you have," softly murmured Bijah, "but things mundane are uncertain." "Earned it," exclaimed Kesler (speaking rapidly), "I should say I have. Forty years ago there was an emigration into this country. coun-try. I came with it. Later there was another an-other emigration. It was General Conner and his California volunteers. They took up a position on the east bench, guns were planted there, and between us we caused the j flag to be respected, and in time wave over j an American people. Earned a reward I, Who - is there to gainsay it?" : :'.'v "Bsskin might your honor," replied, the truthful but trembling BIjab. I Then there was an explosion of judicial wrath, and the dingy courtroom was iig.Sted by a verbal pvrotechnical display wrdeh iSoucded something like this: ! tara-ra tara-ra ! boom ! de-ay. I "Biiab, I believed you to be my friend, i i l |