Scene In Court

The judge of one oí the municipal courts in New Orleans sat gloomy and gramd on his bencli of ermine. The prisomer occupied the doek, apparentmeek and downcast. She had a merry twinkle In her eye, however, that promfeed miischlef, and had the magnato but precelved it, he would have been more careful in hls questions. "How many times are you gotng to come lip here ?" "Whiat, yer honor ?" "How many times are you going to be broixghit before me ? This is the thlrd time in the present week." "Oh, no, yer honor." "Didn't I see you here yesterday?" "Why, no, yer honor ; it was last night ye seed me in the concert saloon. It was a bit of drink we had together, and yer honor dld talk beautifully, wld yer cunning ways and saucy jokes. Aye, yer honor's the man for the gals. The dtvil admira ye, but ye're Bmarb." "Ton can go." "Thank ye, yer honor." Tho pi-isoner went out, the judge blustoed, and the audience roared.