Life — June 27, 1901 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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~LIFE « PY the whiskers of the Prophet,” said the Cadi, as, with a pained expression, he passed his hand across his brow, getting old, or are those Americ: 8 putting more glucose into the beer they ship to our domi “Neither, oh, Fountain of Mercy,” replied Mustapha, “but that third broiled lobster your Highness dis ast evening had an unusual quantity of devil sauce.” “Tt may be even so,” said the Cadi, with a sigh, “but that is no reason why we should not dispense justice as usual at so much a dispense. Mustapha.” “There is no crowd, your Highness—only one automobilist, and an whose back teeth he bumped out.”” 1 automowhatist, Mustapha? What new kind of 3 Bring on your crowd idiot is The automobile, oh, Highness, is a wagon that goes without horses. It is useful in itself, but when run by a damphool it becomes dangerous to the faithful.” “Dring in the slave, Mustapha, and we'll prepare for hima new brand of triple-distilled, V.S. O. P. justice such as iy to be found best shops only in the very The curtain of the Hall of Justice was drawn aside and there red two very remarkable looking persons. attire a prosperous citizen, but his head was swathed in bandages and he had the general apy an Orangeman who had gone uninvited to an Trish wake, or atax-payer who had been impertinent toa New York policeman. ‘The other was clad in leather, with a vizor cap and the upper part of his face disg silk mask with large, round glass goggles, the whole giving him the some submarine or prehistoric monster. The Cadi rubbed his eyes and thought his many indulgences in the had at last brought about the inevit wandered to the other and he rubbed his own head in sympath: ow eth thee, slave?” asked the Cadi of the bandaged or “Know, oh, Protector of the Faithful, that in going about my affairs T was crossing the highway, and according to my wont looked both ways to see that I was safe from the de trolley car and the fatal drunken driver of abrewery wagon, There was no thing in sight. As L reached the middle of the road the appeared, from Shitan only knows where, this fierce genie s a cloud of smi strange noises, and as I fled T was str my present unhap nd'illah—praise be eth the truth? me Highness ! bilist. ng at the legal son of a pig opposed his vile should not have got in the w “ Dog!" replied the Cadi, there is no good of further talk rear of his machine securely One was by his ranceo spect of ed at the latter as tho rbidden drink of the Ginours e result. Then his gaze gh he ted on My ears were assailed with by him and reduced to wam and stench, y condition.” ” said the Cadi. ‘st thou, gen} Tam no genie buta plain automo- te of ten miles an hour when this areas to my imported racer. He “Is it possible Thave seen your kind before, and Mustapha, let him be tied to the Then fasten his whiskers to the nearest lamp-post and start the machine ahead at full speed. And, Mustapha, decree that hereafter the legal rate of speed for automo- biles shall be fifty miles an hour, but"—and here the Cadi quickly dropped and recovered his left eyelid—"if any automobilist shall with his machine even touch the person or property of one of the faithfal he shall be tied to it and both automobilist and automobile dropped into the Bosphorus."” ‘The Cadi disappeared behind the curtain, whence shortly emanated the pop of a cork, a vinous odor, and the words, “I drink to the health of a Cadi who knows how to deal with every emergency.” : And Mustapha—having first carefully searched the automobilist and relieved his jeans of divers sequins and piastres, proceeded to carry out the Cadi’s sentence. Metcalfe, GHERIEE MERRILL is rated as a hero for standing off a mob \? at Carrollton, Georgia, and bringing a negro prisoner to Atlanta under guard of a militia company. The opportunities for heroism of this sort are only too plentiful at the South, It is a mighty hazardous business to stand between a negro criminal, or suspect, and a mob, but many Southern men are ready to do it, and do do it, successfully, at the risk of their lives. If the supply of negro misdemeanants holds out—and there is no dearth yet—the ratio of tried and approved heroes promises to be greater in the South than in any other part of the country. They are good men, these heroes who uphold the law and there can’t be too many of them in the South or elsewhere. Ancient History. “QHE'S a good actress, isn’t she?” NO “Yes. You used to know her?” “Oh, yes. But that was five or six husbands ago.” AT THE AQUARIUM leur (0 Madam: REALLY, THIS 18 TOO BAD! MERR CARP MUST 118 MENU OR WE WILL GIVE UP OUR TANK WITHOUT NOTICE.