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Show Theft That He Couldn't Deny Story of Boyhood Days That Came Out In Court. The attorney for the defense looked keenly at the witness who was ttBtlfjing for the prosecution. "Your name, It I understand you correctly," be said, "is Horace Hlnsey. Is that right ?" ' ' "Yes, sir," "Did you ever live at Nashua!" "Yes sir." "And In Wilmington before thatT" "Yes, sir." . "Mr. Hlnsey, have you ever been arrested on a criminal charge?" ''No, sir!" Indignantly answered the witness. "Never." "Did you ever commit an offense for which you might have been arrested?" ar-rested?" "Never, sir." "Mr. Hlnsey, is It not a fact that you once stole from your own father?" Here tho attorney for the prosecution prosecu-tion Interrupted, but the witness chose to answer. , "No, sir!" he exclaimed. "Never In my life!" "Now, Mr. Hlnsey," said the lawyer, "suppese I should tell you that I know of a case when you did steal from your father." InBtantly the witness' brow cleared. "Oentlemen," he said, turning to the Jury, "he's right. I remember now. When I was about eight years old I stole halt a dozen egg's from my father's fa-ther's grocery stoie, 'took them down under the bonk of the 'creek, cooked ' them and helped eat them. This lawyer, law-yer, who was a boy then, not only helped me steal those eggs, but put me up to stealing them. How are you, Jim?" The Judge and Jury Joined In the laugh that 'followed and the rest of the examination was conducted on more friendly lines. Youth's Companion,. |
