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Show Nothing Doing. It wns a dull morning in tho police court, nnd tho iiinglstruto. u benedict of long standing, sat In his chair looking look-ing Into spare. A prisoner was brought bufuro him and the policeman mado n charge. "Intoxicated, oh" muttored tho court, nbBont-iulndcdly. "Yes, yc"5r houor," admitted tho prisoner. "Aro you mnrrledl" nskod tho mng-Istrato. mng-Istrato. "No," was tho reply. "Then what oxcuso do you havo?" demanded thu court, mechanically signing tho commitment paper. A titter rim over the audlcnco and tho magistrate en mo to with a start, glancing apprehensively nt tho reporters. re-porters. When court wna adjourned, contrary to his usual custom, ho called the newspaper men before him. "Do you find anything to wrlto this morning?" ho asked in a clonrly apprehensive, ap-prehensive, tone. "No," woHtho reply. Tho magistrate looked relieved. "That'll good that Is I I mean 1 thought thero AvaBti't anything worth writing," hu said. |