'Le probabilità del Quad'; . lently. Faccia, Signore, può andare adesso. Heres il vostro cappello e jack-coltello, e quella porta vi farà uscire. Shes SPIACENTE, SIGNORE, Ha Osservato Bijah come ha consegnato Katie Worden, una ragazza nera-eyed con una cicatrice sul suo naso. Sì, io sono, ha aggiunto come ha spinto una lacrima da sotto la palpebra. Suppongo di sì, mused il Suo Onore. L'ufficiale saysyou sono stati così intossicati che non conoscevi un woodpileda un negozio di cablaggio, e che avete creato un buon affare di difficoltà. Provalo, dammi un'altra possibilità! ha chiesto. Couldnt farlo, ha risposto. Sei stato qui due volte in un anno, ed è tempo che tu lo capisse

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"Quad's odds"; . lently. Do, sir; you may go now. Heres your hat and jack-knife, and that door will let you out. SHES SORRY, SIR, Remarked Bijah as he handed out Katie Worden, a black-eyed girl with a scar on her nose. Yes, I am, she added as she pushed a tear from underher eyelid. I suppose so, mused his Honor. The officer saysyou were so intoxicated that you didnt know a woodpilefrom a harness-shop, and that you created a good deal of trouble. Try me—give me one more chance ! she pleaded. Couldnt do it, he replied. Youve been here twentytimes within a year, and it is time you understood that lawcan be clothed in the fleece of a lamb or the skin of atiger. Youve come here once too often, and I shall makeit sixty days. THE ACIDITY OF JUSTICE. Oh! Heav oh! I shall faint—oh!- 133 Be placid, Miss Worden, he remarked. If youshould fall down in a faint Bijah would have to cut yourcorset-strings, throw water on you and fan you with thedust-pan, and your present neat and tidy appearance wouldbe destroyed.. ^~ -^ If She Had Fainted. But my heart beats so ! she wailed. Yes; well, you may sit down on the half-bushel meas-ure in the corridor and smell of the carbolic acid jug. Itsa favor we dont grant to every one, but I want you tounderstand that it is a stern sense of justice and not per-sonal malice which influences me. SING ME A SONG, MOTHER.While the broken-hearted female was being tenderlymoved away, a frank, clear voice was heard singing: Down among the cotton blossoms, Down among the sugar-cane, There was where I met Lucinda, Theres wliero Theres where Put that boy out! interrupted his Honor, rising upand surveying the crowd of small boys behind the stove.Silence followed. 134 NO MORE WHOOPS. The boys moved uneasily. Put that boy out, I say ! shouted the Court. Please sir, explained a chunk of a boot-black, step-ping forward, I guess its wind in the stove-pipe ! Bijah came out with a sailor at this juncture, and thesource of the harmonious disturbance was soon settled

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• bookauthorquadm184
• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookyear1875