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HELEN LAKEMAN ; j -on, Tho Story of a Young Girl'a Strug gle) With Adversity. BY JOIIIf B. XTJ3IOK. Author of "Tub Uankrii of BKDrowV "Waltisr Uiiownpikld." Etc Copyright, ISrf, by A A. Kellogg A'eictpaper Co J I'KTE AND THK rltOSrECTOR. "I will look over your goods in tho morning," said the miner. "In, the' meanwhile, make vniirsclf at. home." l'oto was soon mingling among the minors, picking up such information as lie could, and making himself very agreeable. When they sat down to Mipper, and the prospector asked a blessing, Pete said to himself: "He's a pieco what' 11 stand wind an' rain an' sun without fadin'. There's no cotton chain or fillin' about him. all wool, all wool an' will wear forever." A moment later, ho said aioutl : "By the way, Btranger, 1 forgot to ax ye what ycr name was, an' whero yo war' from?" "My name is John Whitehead, from Pennsylvania." "An ye are out here huntin' for load jul silver?" "Yes, sir, wc are now doing what id called prospecting." "Are ye acquainted hereabouts?" "No sir; are you?" "Ye better reckin I am. I have tramped every road an' sold goods in -.t cry house fur a hundred miles around hero. At least a hundred miles. "Then you are acquainted?" "Yes." "There is a great deal of wild land out here." "Yes." "Is it rated very high?" ' "No." . "Do you know who owns this?" . "Yes I do." "Who?" "Two orphan children, who hcv been vvus cheated than ef they lied bought yoods o' a Jew peddler. They hed a farm an this land, what wasn t then -worth fifteen cents." Pete then proceeded to give an ac count of the wrongs of the Lakeman heirs. In his crude way he described Helen's devotion to her little brother, and the patieuco of the cripple. Mr. Whitehead listened until he had com puted the narration, then said: "How much was the farm worth?" "Five thousand dollars." "It is lucky for them that they lost tho farm and retained these wild lands," said the miner. "Why?" asked Pete, "They are worth live times as much as that, at least, perhaps more. "What!" cried Pete, starting up and letting his pipe fall from his hand. "Would you bo willin' to give twenty five thousand dollars for this land?" "Yes," answered tho prospector, "I would give twentv-iivo thousand now, and if the lead turns out as I ex pect it will, I'll double it." Peto sat dumbfounded. Ho was shown some of the ore, which con vinccd him it was genuine. As he lay in the hammock that night he was filled with joy at the thought that those persecuted children were rich. "I guess old Mrs. Stuart won't lie turning up her noso at tho lured girl .any more." ' CHAPTEK XX. WAltllEN AND 1'KTH. While the stirring events wo havo related wore transpiring. Warren Stu art was in Chicago in blissful ignorance of it all. Ho found his father's real astute agent a very pleasant business like gentleman, and very rapid in all his work save Mr. Stuart's. Warren was delayed from day to day until he began to suspect that his father had requested that he be retained some time in tho city. lie wrote repeatedly to Helen Lakeman, but received no answer. His mother wrote him aftcc tionato letters, telling him every thing except what ho really wished to know, If there is any thing moro annoying than to receive a letter which contains every thing except just what you want to know, wo have never discovered it. Mr. and Mrs. Stuart seemed to possess that remarkable faculty of talking or writing all around a subject with out touching it. Three words, three strokes of the pen, would lmvo saved Warren many sleepless nights. But those words did not coiuo. Ho felt sur they would not. Ho ceased to write to Helen, and wrote to his sis tor Rose. In her he had a warm, sym pathetic friond. Warren littlo dreamed what was transpiring at homo, His next letter from his father stated that Hoso had received his last and would answer it soon; it continued urging him to re main until the agent had finished the abstract for him. "It's all nonsense for me to stay here," said Warren, chafing at this de lay. "Tho matter could all have beon transacted by mail, and I am cooped up hero for nothing. I am doing noth ing, at n dead exponsc, and havo a notion to go homo." Tho next morn ing he went to tho agent and asked him if ho could get tho abstract that day in time to go homo. "No," said tho agent, tossing back his iron - gray locks, and smiling Boronely. "It will be impossible. Just bo contented; don't get homesick, and all will go right yot." "Hut this delay is useless. I don't poo why tho whole matter can not bo sottlod by mail." "Wo limy find n jiurohasor for tho liroperty," said tho gontluman, bring ing ii olgnr from his case, trimming tho nnd of it, mid thon with a flourish, Lringini: it tu his month. "Do you know how soon you will be ( ready for mo to return? "1 can't say. just yet, but hope soon to have tho matter all fixed up satisfac torily." The agent then brushed his vest and coat with Ins haiul, stroked his iron- gray whiskers ami elevated his feet to the top of tho desk before him. His boots wcro blacked and his clothes brushed with care. Taking his ivory handled cane, lie tapped the toes of his boots leisurely, as though he were in no particular hurry about any thing. War ren fixed his eyes on him a moment and became more impatient, -can not the agent work on tins abstract this morn ing? (The agent h is not worked an hour in the last week on the abstract.) N'o, the agent says lie has another matter to attend to this morning, and it will not be at all convenient. War ren is more impatient, and if he had the authority would hunt up another agent. After pacing the Hour n moment or two, strangers come in to talk on business, and Warren goes out. Goes to his hotel in no very amiable frame of mind, People sometimes "over do" a thing, as Western folks say. In this case tho enemies of Helen Lnkeman and Warren Stuart, in their earnest zeal, had car ried their point n little too far. Hallie Arnold was triumphant at having exposed that bold-faced hired girl to the world. Never did a game cock crow over a vanquished enemy more than she did at the girl's fall. "I guess this'll learn Warren Stuart a lesson," she said to herself. "Ho'll know hereafter how to slight respect able girls for a pot slinger." She longed to tell Warren herself. Hut Hallio had too much sense to write to him. He should hear it all, but not through hor. She would find an em missary to do her work for her. After taking several in her mind and drop ping them, she finally fixed on Hill Jours' wife, the keeper of the poor house. Sallio Jones was acquainted with Warren, could write "a tolerable hand," and was tho very poison to break the news. Instead of waiting for Warren to return home, or hear the story from some one else, she got Sal Jones to write to him. The next morning, after Warren's last visit to the agent, ho received a letter addressed in a strange scrawling hand. It was mailed at Newton, and, puzzled to know who it was from, ho broke it open. He read it about half through, and sank into a chair groaning, while the letter dropped at his feet. He was alone in his room. After a few moment she again seized the letter and, read it through. It was as follows: "Nr.wTO.v, May , 18 . Mister Warren Stuurt, 1 recliln you will bo surprised to it a lettur from mo, but I lmvo not furgot you I thot 1 would rito im' toll you tho nuso, yur folks is woll. Ilallio Arnold is stil the bell. aur3 town fullers are a most ded fur her but we know sho don't want 'om. that hired girl of yur mams turned out bad. Sho got so bad yur folks had to drivo hor off, an' then sho went 1 nlto with a strange feller to Mlstur Arnold's an' stole som money an' juolry. now they hev got her in jule, an' the littlo boy we are keopln' no moar at present. Hon you will bo homo suno. Gurdbi yur trend. Sam.y JONKS." Warren arose, crushing tho badly written, badly spelled epistlo in his hands. Illiterate its tho letter was, there was a depth of shrewdness in it which he know did not belong to Sally Jones. He paced tho floor a moment, and then his resolution was formed. Noble fellow tho dart.s of slander found no vulnerable point in his armor of faith in tho poor girl's innocence The long silence, the fact that ho received no letters, this unnecessary journey, oonvinced him that there was a deep conspiracy. He seized his hat and valise, paid his hotel bill, which left him with fifty-live cents in his pocket. He walked down the street to a shop, where three brass balls indicated the business carried on within ; there ho pawned his gold watch for twenty dol lars, and hurried away to tho depot. Ho bought a ticket to Stratton, which was only forty miles from Newton. At Stratton he must change cars, but ho was assured that tho connection was close. Filled with anxiety, and har rassed by doubts and fears, Warren traveled all day and all tho following night. Ho did not take a sleeping coach, because his limited means would not allow this luxury. Occasionally ho dozed its the train thundered along over rolling prairies, forest glades and down tho beautiful valleys. The moon was riding high in tho heavens, and tho stars twinkled upon tho earth. Ho wondered if there could be any truth in "Sal's" letter. Again and again he nsked himself: "How is this all to and ; will 1 bo enabled to savo her from dis grace?'" At sunrise tho next morning the train arrived at Stratton. Our horo got oft" and asked tho first man ho saw how soon tho first train to Newton would come in. "It is six hours late, sir, and will not bo hero before twelve or one o'clock," the junction agent answored. Although half wild with dolay, our horo could do nothing but wait. As ho was going into tho dining hall ho ran against Pete, tho peddler. "Hollo, Warren, yo'ro justhoroina nick o' time," said Peto. "Did yo hear about ycr gal?" "Pete, let's take a room, I want to hear it all from you." Poto had walked over from Big Sandy tho day before, and last night was the thnt ho had hoard of it, but tho whole ?ountry was talking over tho supposed larceny. "It's all rt lie," said Pete, "it's every At o' it a lie, made out o' wholo cloth, ind shabby goods at that." "Is sho roally in jail, and have you oen hor?" askod Warron, ftiixiously. Peto oxplninnd that ho had boon on h railing tour and had not soen Hali'ii dncuhu loft hor at Arnold's, but hit had Jib strongost faith in hor innocgnoo, and knew that he could convlnco Squiro WAHUKN AMI THK l'KUDI.Ki:. Mutters in tnrce minutes. "The trial comes off to-day," said Pete, "an' ef that blasted train were on time wc could make it before it bo gins." "Yes. and it may be over, and she committed before wc get there'," said Warren. "That's so; but all we can do is wait." "Why was it behind time on this morning?" said Warren. "Can we not walk there?" ''No; nor hire a carriage that'll take u any sooner than tho train, ef it comes even at one o'clock. Warren went out on the depot pint form and began walking back and forth the full length of it. Peto per suaded him to cut some breakfast, but it was a small .amount, and then ho continued walking up and down tho platform, while his whole soul seemed on fire at tho delay. CHAPTER XXL T1IK DVINO CHILD. Tho nearer Helen Lakeman's trial approached, tho less chance there seemed to be of proving her innocence. There were so many corroborating cir cumstances to fasten the guilt upon her. Hut, strange to say, a reaction had set in. Public sentiment, as to the belief in her guilt, was just the same, but she was gaining sympathy ovory day. The weekly Newton papers for Newton, like all other Western towns, had two newspapers with an average cord-wood subscription of four hundred each had two columns, and several "squibs," devoted to larceny. One headed the column of his article "A Pity," and the other had "Sliaino" as the catch line. The pity was for the girl, and tho shame was that she should be so neglected that she should bo forced to steal for herself and little brother. These two papers were tho Newton Republican and the Newton Democrat, both political sheets, whose main idea was to carry the county for their party in order to get tho public printing, which is the lite blood of many a country newspaper Both seemed tolmrnionize, for once, on tho one idea of sympathy for the poor girl, even to suggesting a pardon, should she bo convicted. This set peo ple to talking. Many who had known hor formerly, and know what a sweot, patient girl she had been; how she had borne her misfortunes declared sho ought to be acquitted, oven if sho were guilty. Of course she was guilty, Judge Arnold never would have made such a blunder as that. About throe days before tho trial, Clarence, who had sought in vain for his brother's address, wont to Newton to consult the lawyer, Mr. Layman. His father had grown moro kindly to ward the girl, though ho declared he was actuated only by sympathy. Ho knew she must bo guilty. Clarence saw Mr. Layman and talked with him about the case. That gentle man had littlo hope, save the strong pub lic sympathy for his client. Ho wont to see Helen to offer sonio words of consola tion, and found her much moro sad and dejected than at first. "Havo you seen my littlo brother?" were almost tho first words sho uttered. "No, Helen, I declare 1 was so busy about you, that I forgot Amos, but I guess he's all right." "He's at tho poor-houso," sho said. "What ! in tho hands of that scoun drel, Bill Jones? It can not bo." ' Helen assured him ho was there, and very ill. Tho wotting ho got tho even ing before her arrest hud resulted in a dangerous fevor. Clarence vowed ho should bo taken homo that night, and in a hour was rat tling away to the poor-houso. When ho reached tho front gate, a misorable, rotten, tumble-down affair, he was accosted by Hill Jones, tho keeper, a pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets : "What do you want here, Clarence?" ho demanded. "I camo horo for tho littlo sick boy," Clarenco answered. "Which un?" "Amos Lakeman." "Who've you got your orders from?" "From Heavon," answorod Clarence, hitching his horse, and pushing on through the gate past tho burly keopor. "Yo'd better show your writin's." "Whero is ho?" demanded Clarenco. At this moment Simple Nancy, witli her hideous gigglo, aroso from behind a tree, and said : "This way, this way." Ho followed tho woman to an old hut, dark, mlsorablo and dirty. There, on a wretched bod, lay the wasted form of littlo Amos. His crutches wcro near him, but ho would never need them again. Ho was about to tnko wings to the land of eternal ilny, whoro sorrow and sufl'uring ma unknown. Chtrenau was a strong youth, and doomud It :i wunkiio to wuap, yat hu uould not repress his tears nt this sight of misecv. LEGAL TECHNICALITIES. Vf"h J- CrlmlnnU Should Not lie Tunifrt j MMHH lin I TITIMI tiroailllA. Why should any court be empowered to turn loose a notorious robber simply because a single step in the pro- fil llilltra i"HI1ltlf 111 til V:m ITrnllnntlQ though not ntl'ccting the question of I guilt? A departure from strict rules in election matter- is not allowed to affect tiie result, provided the voter' ! intent is curried out; and mot men t sense will say that technical errors at a trial ought not to vitiate tho pro 'cdiiigs, provided no injustice is done. But as long as the lawyer thinks his duty is alone to the client who pays him. and nothing to the public, this debasement of honor and judicial functions will go on. When a criminal has neither money nor political influence, justice issomo tinies swift enough. A New York daily some time ago reported that a common thief, who had snatched n scarf-pin worth a dollar, was "rail roaded" through court in a few days and sentenced to flvo years in the penitenitary. wliilo a saloon-keeper went free wlio "had been arrested eighteen times in two years on charges of beating, assaulting and robbing women." But the latter, it was expressly stated, had "political influence," and boasted thnt he had "a pull" on tho courts which would always shield him. Perhaps this was exaggerated; but no observant man can doubt that justice must often fail when the bench is occupied by nctivo associates of leading politicians. Tho method is not openly to defend and set nt liberty, but to rail at and stigniatizo witnesses ns "informers." to discredit their testi mony, make postponements, discharge for alleged informalities, or put over tho trial from court to court until pub lic interest is lost, and then to per manently "pigeon-hole" the charges or enter a "not, pros." This is com paratively easy in communities where certain outlawed immoralities arc sup ported by loc-il public: sentiment, such as gambling, lotteries, horse-racing, betting on elections, unlicensed liquor selling, drunkenness, prize-fighting, Sabbath desecration, etc. These can not bo inailo legal, because tho State is greater than the city, but local sen timent is usually powerful enough to control the courts, and through them to make the laws a nullity. But with a powerful bar bent on tho administra tion of justice, and not conniving at nor leading in opposition to good laws, tliis could hardly happen. Hence it i not very wide of the mark to say that lawyers as a class do not tako n deej interest in abstract justice, or that the- are prominent in agitating foi moral reforms. Philip Snyder, in 1'op ular Science Monthly. Wash-Dresses For Girls. Gingham, Chamber)' aud percale dresses for girls from four to ton yours have high waists, plain ami pointed in front, with a sash across tho back, or else they have a belted waist with eight or ten feather-stitched tucks down the front and back, and are slightly gathered into tho belt. Three breadths are in the full skirt of small dresses, and four breadths for larger girls. To make tho plain waists moro dressy, the collar and wrist-bunds may be of while Hamburg edging, or there may be a V of all-over embroidery just below the collar, with rovers of edg ing, or else it extends lowor, and the edging forms bretelles over the shoul ders. Jacket fronts like those worn by small boys uro sot on sonio of these high waists, and rows of small pearl buttons, of tho kind called shirt but tons, h re placed in a row so closo as to nearly touch each other on the fronts of the jacket, or diagonally on each corner of the front, and then just be low tin collar; also on the wrist-bands of the full sleeves, or tho cull's of tho coat sleeves. Scotch ginghams aro chosen in largo plaids and wide irreg ular stripes, oven for tiny girls; they aro also worn in plain colors pink, blue, buff and brown. Harper's Dazar. A Good Reason Why. They had been talking of tho sharp games played on innocent people by sharp men, when Croon looked up and said:' t "Gentlemen, I don't brag about my wife being sharper than a razor, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll write note, sign it with my own name, and ask hor to deliver my Sunday suit to bearer for repairs. You may send It up to tho hotiso, and, I'll hot you five dollars, she'll bo too sharp to lot tho clothes go." "We'll tako that hot!" called two or three voices, and thoro being fivo of them they chipped in a dollar aploco. Tho note was written aud signed and dispatched by ft messenger boy. In half mi hour ho returned, empty handed 'as to clothes, but having a nolo which road: "Come off the perch! All tho clothes you havo in tho world mo on your back!" "Gontlomcn," said the winner, as ho pocketed his fiver, "let mo recom mend it to you as something which al ways wins, mid as I must meet a man nt three o'clock I will now bid you good-day!" Detroit Free Press. There Is a story told of a Boston nttornoy who, on the eve of being mini tied, found it impossible to leach tho appointed place, mid telegraphed for "ft stay of proceedings," tho legal phraseology of the dispatch proving that over, al such an eventful time tho disciple of Blnekstoiie ami Coko could not shake oil the verbal futtors of tho law. Doston Itudgct. INTERESTING EXHIBIT. n Mncnlflrpnt (irmip of ItUon In i Ca nt the N'utUiniU Museum. A magnificent group of bison or American bulialo has just boon com pleted at the National Museum. Tho bntfalo wcro collected in various parts of Montana br tho Smithsonian ex po lition in 18S3. tho expedition sent out by Prof. B did. aud In which ho to k so much interest. Tho group wns mounted by Taxidermist W. T. Hor nnday. and the surroundings which he designed are exlreinoly realistic. Tho most striking moinbor of tho group is nn adult bull, elevon years old. who nto hN last niorsol of sago brush on the C h of Dicimbor. 133S. That day was to be the last day of tho hunt. Tho wagons wcro boing load ed tor tho start home, and while wait ing for the start Prof. Ilorniulay and two or three cowboys started out for their last hunt. "This bull, with a cow and a calf, was found, and IV' f. llornaday immedi ately gave chase to I ho bull, overlook him. and shot him from the saddle, breaking his shoulder. Tho bull fell, recovered his foot, and started io run, but s ion stopped ivid stood nt bay, and was sketched in this position by Prof, Hirnaday and killod. Tho sk"lch was printed In a magn zino nrlin'o describing tho hunt, and tho bull lias boon mounted in nlmnst tho same position in winch ho stood at bay. The bull is very muscular, but not fat, and tho pclago is of extra ordinary longth anil finoncss. He is believed lo bo tho largest bull ever measured and recorded. Ho is b fi-ol i Inchon high at tho shoulders lo tho skin, and to the top of tho hair G t"t. lli weight is estimated at 1 CO) pounds. Next to this big bull In tho enso Is an 8-ycnr old cow killed in November. Sho is 4 feet 10 inches high. Near by is anoihor younger cow, killod in October. On a littlo hillock which overhangs tho imitation pool of water stands a line young "spiko" bull 1? years old, killed in October. Tin naino "spike" applies to malo bulla loes until t hoy aro 4 years old, because until that ago is reaoliod tho tip of thoir horns is straight, not curved as in adults. The oilier members of tho group arc n yearling calf, killed in October, nnd ii sucking calf that was liikon alive nnd brought hero whon tho expedition re turned. For somo time it wns one ol (he interesting tilings to bo seen around llio museum, and became a great favorite with the visitors, especi ally tiie children. But tho climate wns too much for him, nnd ono day "San'dy" lay down and sighed his young life out. His spirit is now in a land whero there mo no Buffalo B.lls. but Sandy is in t ho case with tho rest of tho buffaloes, looking just as "cute" as ho diil whon ho was lugging at his rope and eating grass in the Smithson ian grounds. Tho enso is ft vory liandsonin one, probably tlm largest glass case In this .iiiulry, anil llio surroundings ol tlx group iiisido tho case tiro vory real stic Thoscono roprosonts a typical alka line "water-Iiolo" on the groat north ern biiflalo range, such as aro resorted lo by wild animals nnd also by man. The timo indicated is llio month of Novombcr, whon tho small streams, ire all dry and only those holes of water roiuniii. In front of tho hole pusses a typical buffalo trail, such as wero made by herds of buflnlo all over llio great pasturo region us they traveled down water courses, tlnglo file, in senrch of water. Tho ground is covered with "bnnch graBs" or brown bo.lge, buff.ilo grass, sago brush and prickly pear, all brought from Montana and iirrangod in the caso witli llio grontcst iidolily to nature. On tho oast sldo of tho enso lies tho skull of a defunct bull buffilo, nnd across on tho oilier sido is the skull of ii cow, lying just as they wcro whon found by tho members of tho buffalo expedition. In tho contor of tho enso is a pool of water, onco pnrt of a stream, of which tho buffaloes wcro in search. At ono side of this is a small hillock, ono sido of which has boon cut sharply away by tho water. which has uncovered somo fossil bones tho remains of long-dond buf faloes. Tho animals aro contentedly groupod around, tho "spiko" buffalo standing on top of the hillock. Tho twontv-fivo specimens killod and preserved by tho Smithsonian ox podllion wcro llio last of tho grent northern herd, oxcopting thoso In tho National Park, nnd wero tnkon so Hint tlioy might bo preserved in tho inter est of scionco, instead of boing total ly dostroyod by cow-boys nnd hldo hunters. Tho species Is now prnctl cully extinct. Tho group is by far tho largest nnd hnndsomost ever mounted, nnd it would bo almost impossible to dupli onto It at nny cost. Washinqton Critic Bownro of Unit boing who indulges in an uiiconlrolod tompir, if you do sire poneo nnd happiness. Many n lofty mind mid nhlo gonitis has by its i ti 11 no ii co bocomo the bano of friend ship, the curso of home, ami tho drond f society. It destroys the ponco of families, poisons the fountains of hap piness, and dries up tho soiiioo of vnry pleasure. Bounty, wit, wealth, taloiiis, fume nnd honor nan novor be a suljKtiuile. This ono gem outweighs horn nil an iiinlablo lompur. Oood Cheer. A man may buar tho stamp of honesty and worth, but ho can't mull uluttor with lLJ)lngh union Leader, PITH AND POINT. A hodgo botwecu koops friendship grcon. If you havo no onemios mark, yourself down ns of uo account. Somo newspapers aro too dull t; bo worth filing. i'neft. Biauty is but skin dcop. Ther is no peach so hniidsoiuo ns a sour elingstono. A lot of city mothers could mnnngo city affniiM hotter than tho average gang of city father:". .V. 0. Picayune In tho wrestle botwoon mail and rum. tho oftouer tho man downs tha rum tho moro surely will tho ruin coim out on tojv. A clergyman said ho novor know ft roguo who was not unhappy. Of courso not; It is lh rogues who nr not known ihat aro the hnppy ones. If tho rogrets which too often !! nt tho end of life could bo put into linn resolutions at the beginning, tho would nltor tho atf ilrs of life. Tho Collin Trust is a gravo under taking, but it ought to flourish long enough lo provide all the other trust with burial casoa. Philadelphia Press. Calumny, says n philosopher, it like n coal, if itdooi not burn it witli soil. Yos, aud calumny warms n, ma about ns woll as coal, too. S.ill, wa prefer coal. Life. It is by plodding steadily along, day in ami day out, that wo nchiave our pucci'ssos. Thoy who ninko thoir gnins olherwiso nro eccentricities, and. not lit, therefore, to bo takon ns ex amples. Thoro aro a good many poopla who aro nbsolutoly suro that thoy could mnko an undying literary repu tation for tliomsolvos if thoy could on ly think of something to say. Sontcr ville Journal. "Horo are fivo gold dollnrs," snld grandpa to littlo Harry, "ono for oncb of your birthdays. What moro comV n littlo shuvor liko you wish forP" ' "Only that I was as old ns you. grand pa," was tho reply. Youth's' C'owt. panion. SOME WITTY ANSWERS. N Aimnlnc lldimirk Muiln In KnclUli Coortt ol I, HIT. Our courts of law havo furnished ns nt various limes with vory witty and nniusing remarks, lawyers and prison ers aliko being guilty on this score Doubtless every ono has hoard of tha Irishman who, in reply to tho qtios tlon: Guilty, or not guilty?" said "ho would liko to hoar tho evidence boforo ho would plead. " A magistrate in anothor caso was dcullng willi Ja va grnnt, nnd in a so vera to no addressed him thus: "You havo beon up bofora mo half n dozen tliuos this year." thereby giving him to understand that ho had appeared too often on tha see no. 'Jho prisoner, howovor, was' equal to tho occasion, for ho ropliods ' Come, now. judge uono of thaU Every timo I've boon hero I'vo goon, you here. You tiro horo moro than 1 am. People who II vo in glnss houses shouldn't throw stonos." Cumin, tho Irish ndvocntc, wns on a day examining a witness, nnd, failing to got a direct answer, said: "There is no uso in asking you questions, for 1 sco the villain in your face." 'Do you, sir?" said tho man, with a smile. "Falx, I novor know boforo that my f ico wns ft looking-glass." On an oihor occasion ho was out walking with ft friond who wns extremely punctilious in his conversation. Tha latter, hearing n porson near him say curosity for curiosity, cxclnimrdx "How that man murders tho English lftiigiiftgo!" "Not so bad its that." re plied Curriui; "ho has only knock an t nut!' "Prisoner nt tho bnr," snld a judgw "Is thoro nny tiling you would wish ta sny boforo sontonco Is pnsBcd upo j'ouP" Tho prisoner lookod toward, tho door, and romnrkod thnt ho would liko to say "Good ovouhig, if it waa ngrooablo to tho company." "I roinombor," snys Lord EId,. "Mr. Justico Gould trying it caso at York, and whon ho hnd proceeded for about two hours ho ob3crvod: 'Ilera nro only olovon jurymon In tho boxr. whoro Is tho twolfih?1 'Plonio you my lord,' said ono of tho olovon, 'ha has gono away nbout somo business; but ho has left his verdict with mo.' ' This is almost on a par with n casa trlod in ono of tho Liuicashlro courts, whon Sorjonnt Cross wns n resident bnrrlster in that county. Tho jury., having consulted nnd ngroed upo thoir verdict, woro nddrossod by tha clerk of tho penco: "How sny yon, gentlemen of tho jury; do you flni. fortho plftlntifTor tho defendant?" "What snyn yoP I duiinot under stand, " said tho foreman. "Why, as you havo decided, all 1. want to know is whothor your verdict is for tho plaintiff or tho defendant' Tho foromau wns still grontly om hnrrassod; but ho ropliods "Whoy, I raly dunnot know, but wo'ro for him ns Muster Cross is for. " Lord Cockburn's looks, tones, I'aa- guago and manrror woro nlwnya suok as to mnko ono think that he bollevott every word ho said. On ono occasion., boforo ho wns raisod to tha bonch, whon dofondlng a murder er, although ho fitllod to convince tho judgo and jurymon of tho inno couco of his client, yot ho convlncoi tho murderer hlmsolf that ho wns In nocont. Sontonco of dontu wns pro iiouncod, and tho dny nt execution fixed for, say, tho 20.h of January. A Lyrd Cockburn was passing tho cou domtiy.l man, tho latter solzod bin, by tho gow", sayings "I hnvu not gotjiistloe. Mr. Cookbnrn -I lmvo no got justloo. " To this tho ntlvocata coolly ropllodt 'Torlmps not; but you'll got it on tho 20.h of January. (.hamlets' Journal.
