A Rebellious Leg

A heavily-bearded, shock-headed man witli a wooden leg stuinped noisily up to thc prisoners' bar in tho JetTcrsoíi Mnrket Pólice Court yesterday. When lie got to the bar he folded his nrniR wpon it, stood at ease, on his sound leg and thrust his wooden one through the barg f the railing. "James Flyun," said Jndge Wandell " I hope yon are confortable." " That'l am, yer Houor." "Yon were arrefited last night a a state of intoxication. Wliat hare jou to say ?" " It was ou account ave the day, yer Honor. Yisterday, sor, was Miinorial day, an' havin' been a soldier meself sor, I naturally took a drop " "Yes, down a way, whero tlie oflicer found yon with your wooden W sticking straight up in the air, and when he put you in a cart to take you to the station-house you thrust yourleg through tlie spokes of the wheel anrl stopped the procession." " It may be thrue, sor, but it wor tbo ault av the leg, sor " " Well, I'll fine the leg 10, and hoH you until the law is satisfled." The leg walked sadly off with Jataej to prison. - Neto York World.