On A Visit

John Anderson, a great big threefisted cbap, with a neck as big as a nailkeg, slouohed arqund in front of the desk and remarked : " Good morning." " It is a good morning f or tbc guileless and f ree," replied his honor, as he signed hia name to the warrant. " That's just what I am, Judge. The boys brought ir e in here for fun." "Yes - ah - yum. Yon deny being drank?" "Ido, sir." 'Die offiecr set forth twenty-one different statements of f acts, one being that the prisoner was dead drunk, and anotber being tbat the prisoner was lying in a gutter unable to even shut his mouth against the snow storm. " Looks like a plain case," remarked the court. "Judge," replied the prisoner, in aj quavering voice, "Icame to this town on a visit to my wife's relations, and it ïsn't right to treat a stranger in this way. When I woke up tliis morning I was bent all out of shape, one heel (ligging into my back and one of ray knees jammed into my ribs. I was cold, all whitewash and mud, and I've been damaged over a thousand dollars. I ain't used to being piled up like stove wood and flung around." " There's a man at the House of Correction who will doctor you up," said the court, "and tbirty days from now you will come out blithesome and gay and full of ambition. It makes my mouth water to think of how fat and handsome you will be." "But what about the damages, " asked the prisonor. "I can't be used this way for nothing." "As soon as you get up there draw on me for a thousand dollars, " was the bland reply, and the prisoner hadü't been seated on the saw-horse over ten seconds when he began to whistle "Mollie