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Show . , The courtroom was quiet, enveloped .in i solemn hush. The defendant, nervous and . pate, sat beside . his counsel, lie was bad man, a menace to society. He had killed two widows and a ooaalderabie number of orphan bad forged elxht or nine dMd and burned several humble residences. AU who aat In that dingy dark room were tense, half fearful, as the prleoner'a lawyer ro to mk ht final appeal to the Jury. Here and there a tear glistened on a fair cheek, and handkerchiefs fluttered faintly. Tour honor." said th lawyer lowly, clearing his throat aa though with an effort, "the defendant de-fendant haa been pictured aa a wicked man om wlU aay ha baa done horrible things andvthat ha ahould be hanged. But parhapa. your honor, and gentlemen of th , jury, h 1 not o black as be la . painted. Conaldar, you who hold his life In your hands, that he haa h 1 never worn an ' open "sport collar , slopped down over his coat, he haa never had hla hair dutch out aor elicited It down with perfumed bear areaa. Never In hla long and eventful lif haa ha atooped mo low aa to wear bell bottom Trousers. Evan bis moat bitter enemy must admit, gentlemen, that he haa never sported a flowing coat with a high narrow waist Una and pearl buttons. Never, gentlemen, gentle-men, never. I ak you to acquit him. to return him to hie family, a eplendld example for hla fallow men." . Brushing his forehead, ha sat 1 'down, while th priaoner clasped 'and unclaaped his hand. . Presently th Jury filed out and, after a few monutes' deliberation, returned. Breathlessly th courtroom 'awaited tha verdict. -Wo find the prteoner not guilty, your honor," said tha foreman, fore-man, limply. The courtroom was wrestchad In smiles. ...... , Willi Ooofus allows thst with three "dope" picture running in our fair village at th earn time and tha mercury hovering around i plus. It's time to look up a abort cut to th river. e The bootblacks who require jas accompaniment for their activities may be pardoned, but is there no punishment for y those responsible for "Yes, We Have No Bananas, "hurled forth from a phonogiaph at a - Salt Lake market with great : bunches of the fruit hanging In plain viewl . - " A BIRD OF A 8TORY. ' I This la no he weather yarn, Dave, for I eaw it myeelf. Thar la a fihrman down ur way laay that h tsks n trained robin ever In Liberty park and lolls under a tree ' whll th nrgti bird pulls ngl worm snd drops them : In a an. P. H lts th hard warklng bird aat th . entailer wermj Argt. As a member of th Society for , the Suppression of Luncheon Clubs. I arlaa to nominate Samuel .Nowhouse as the regular speaker for three auceeeelv weeks for each and vry organisation In tha city. Truth mingled with olives should ; have a aalutary effect Everett True. |