"Quad's odds"; . AN HOUR AT THE CENTRAL STATION COURT. S his Honor was signing the warrants, and thingsaround the room were being put to rights, a smalllad with sore eyes crept under the rope and asked Bijahif he had any chewing tobacco about him. The old mans amazement prevented him from speakingfor half a moment, and then he took the boy by the collar,dropped him out of doors, and remarked: The first step to the gallus is chewin terbacker, andwhen I look around me here andobserve how many young boys aregrowing up in vice and ignoranceit makes my flesh crawl. Oh ! take some worm-drops !*repli
"Quad's odds"; . AN HOUR AT THE CENTRAL STATION COURT. S his Honor was signing the warrants, and thingsaround the room were being put to rights, a smalllad with sore eyes crept under the rope and asked Bijahif he had any chewing tobacco about him. The old mans amazement prevented him from speakingfor half a moment, and then he took the boy by the collar,dropped him out of doors, and remarked: The first step to the gallus is chewin terbacker, andwhen I look around me here andobserve how many young boys aregrowing up in vice and ignoranceit makes my flesh crawl. Oh ! take some worm-drops !*replied the boy, backing off. But, come here! called theold man, forcing a smile, comehere and get five cents; conn andsee yer old father, bub—come andtell me who ye are! Take me for a flat ? inquiredthe boy, crossing the made a dash for him, bntafter Btriking the hydrant with his foot and plowing hisway through a lot of old oyster cans he gave up the chaseand went in to bide his time. m. 132 OUT AND IN. NO MORE FOREVER. William Conway Harrington, remarked his Honor,as the first man balanced at the mark, my speech to youwill consist of but very few words, though you want toponder over them until they stand out on your memorylike red paint on a Greeley hat. You are charged withhaving kicked your wife out of doors and smashed up thefurniture. She commenced the row, replied William. William Conway Harrington, listen to me, continuedthe court. I dont care a button how the fight began,but let me state clearly and emphatically that if you arebrought here again on any such charge youll be made towish that you were a Hottentot. Well, Ill behave myself, replied the prisoner, trem-bling violently. 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 Hono
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