Judge — March 11, 1911 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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TYPOGRAPHICAL EXPRESSION—"' LOCKING THE Morley gazed into my eyes, but I could see that he was far, far away. “Costs? Costs?’’ he said gropingly. “‘What did the car cost?"’ I repeated. “Fifteen dollars and costs,’’ said Morley, ‘‘or thirty days in’’—— “Big car?’’ I asked. “Pig?” said Morley. ‘Pig? Only one pig. Eight chickens and one pig. A dollar apiece for the chickens and eight dollars for the’’—— “Six cylinders?’ I asked. “No, sir!'’ shouted Morley angrily. “No! Ladmit one pig and eight chick- ens, but I never ran over a cyl”"—— “‘Morley!'’ I remonstrated. “I won't pay for them!" said Morley stubbornly. ‘‘They had no right to be on the road, I tell you! They were dead when I ran over them, anyway. I'll go to jail before I'll pay for” —— “Had the car long?'’ I asked. “Sixty days,” said Morley. ‘‘Sixty days or fifteen dollars. It's an out- rage’’—— “You told me that,’’ I said. many does your car hold?” “Twelve,’’ said Morley. ‘Twelve jurors, but the third man in the second row is prejudiced. I challenge him!"” “What is your wheel base?’’ I asked. “Ten miles,”’ said Morley. ‘‘Not over ten miles, and I'll swear to that, judge.’” “Is it gasoline or electric?”’ Morley jumped out of the seat. face was paler than ever. “Electric chair?”’ he cried. ‘*No, no, no! It was justifiable homicide, judge! I blew the horn, but he would not get out of the road.’” “Look here, Morley,”’ I said. you run over a man?” “How His “Have “No!"’ he exclaimed. ‘‘I only passed across him. He lay down and glided under the wheels, your honor.”” I saw that I could do nothing with him. He was too far gone. He had been fined too often, and it had gone to his head. It was no use talking auto- mobile to Morley. It only stirred up his mania. So I changed the subject. “This is a fine day,”’ I said. Morley looked at me with blank eyes. His hand slipped toward his pocket, glided into it, and came out with a large, fat roll of greenbacks. “This is the fine day?"’ he said maun- deringly. He peeled four or five bills from the outside of his roll and handed them to me. ‘‘Will —will that pay the fine?”’ he asked. “Oh, keep your money! Keep your money! I said. “I'm not a judge “Aren't you a judge?"’ asked Mor- ley, trembling with joy. He took back all the money but one five-dollar bill, which he held toward me. “Will this square it, constable?’’ he asked pleadingly. “I'm not a consta- ble,”’ I said. With trembling First burglar FORM.” fingers Morley put the five in his pocket and fished out a dollar bill. “Will this pay for your chicken?”’ he asked meekly. I explained that I was not a farmer and that he had not killed any chicken of mine. For awhile Morley sat in deep thought. Then suddenly he smiled. “Oh, I know!” he cried. ‘I know who you are! You are the repair shop man!"’ And he handed me his whole roll! THE EASIER WAY. First burglar—" Stang !"" Second burglar—"' This job was cleaned up on the inside."’ “We'll have to start a bank ourselves old pal The thing is done differently now."* comicbooks.com