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Home queer experlences come to officials oecaskmally, and one of that sort happened to thé genial gentleman who serves in the capacity of clerk of the Washtenaw circuit court, and so forth, who has his office in the court house, and who in known to his familiar frlenda an "Art" Brown, iiid to Iiíh lcsK familiar ones as Mister Brown. Aniong the most pleasing of the duiiis appertainlng to Mr. Brown's office is that of maklng out marriage licenses for those who are about to enter the blessed state of matrimoiiy. That is not an irksome task because people who came for licenses are almost without exception extremely happy people. There is such an allprevading Kalamazoo grin spread out upon the features of the applieant- particularly if a male- that the quick perceptive faculties of the county clerk can divine tlieir mission at the first glance. Occasionally, tliough, that happy smile is not there, and in such cases the issuing of the necessary blanks beeomea more of a merely clerical and often a solemn duty. A short time since a sad-eyed looking fellow wended his way into the clerk's office. He hung around for a wliile without appearing to be very much interested in worldly affairs, and finally ventured to address the clerk: "Be you the man what makes out marriage papers '!" Wlth a surprised look upon his face, Mr. Brown replied in the affirmative. "Well, I want to get one of 'em." The clerk procured the blanks and commenced interrogating the applieant after the usual formula, when he was asked if he didn't have a private office they could retire to. After entering the clerk's sanctum sanctoruiu everything progressed without incident until they came to dating the licence. Then the young man, with a wistful look in his eyes, fumbled around his pocket, pulled out a five dollar bill and laying it over by the clerk said: "See here. It won't make any diference to you what figgers you put in that paper, just date the thing four months back, and that $5 bill is yourn." "Art" looked up in astonishment for a second. In that interval he had time to rally the large bump of wit that is stowed away in his wi-11shaped head. Taking up his pen and dipping it into the ink for a fresh supply, he handed it over to the young man, and addressed Min thus: "My friend, I am very sympathetic, I will do a great deal to help a man in time of trouble, and I am glad to have met you here alone. You takc the pen and make the false entry yourst'lf. You see it is a state prison offense, and I feel a little delicate about it." It is needless to say the correct date was entered upon the license, and that the young man in trouble saved liis five dollar ïill to expend for better pui poses it is to be hoped. ♦■