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Show WHY HE WAS CONFIDENT, Tho Prisoner Kept 111 Strongest Kvlileueo Till the limi uf tlo Trlul. It was a ease of ehickenstealing-, find the prints of bare feet were found in the (f ravel around the henhouse. The lawyer for the prosecution was one who, if lie had been Napoleon Honaparte, never would have crossed the Alps; he would simply have pulled them up by the roots and tbrowu them over the fence. The prisoner was an unknown tramp, and hiuie at that. "Yousuyyim don't know anything about this 'theft?" queried the lawyer, fiercely. "That's what I swore to, sir," said the trump, meekly. "You were in the bnck yard of Slain-tipp's Slain-tipp's bouse about supper time?" "Yes, sir." "You know the location of tho henhouse?" hen-house?" "Yes, sir." I "You were seen on the road in front of the house some time after dark?" "I was there, sir." "You were in the yard after dark?" "Yes, sir, and a.'ter Riipp-r also, sir,'' replied the prisoner, with a wan sunk at his innocent little juke in such a place. "And you were seen by the coolt sitting- on the doorstep with your sdioe oiY?" "Yes, sir; there was a pebble in it that was too biff to get out of the same hole it g-ot in at." "Now, sir, 1 propose to prove that you made those tracks with your bnrc feet while yon were stealing the chickens chick-ens of the pluintiff." "You can't dn il. Mr," said the prisoner, pris-oner, mildly but firmly. "And why mt, pmy?" asked the law-. law-. yer, with line sarcasm. I "Because, Mr, I've one wooden leg, fcir." Boston llhdc. |