The Evidence A Colored Juror Wanted

The coroner was holding the inquest. The facts brought out were that the wonan was carrying a large watermelon down cellar when she feil on the stairs, broke the lamp, set the house on flre and perished with all the occupants save the one witness. "The jurors may ask any question of the witness," said the coroner. "You say she wus cyarryin er watuhmilon down sulluh?" asked the colored juror. "Yes." "Was it er big watuhmilon?" "Yes; a very big one." "Good an' ripef" "Yes." "How you know dat?" "We had plugged it." "How did dat milon look Inside?" "Very f resh and a beautif ul pinkish red." "Black seeds?" asked the juror, leaninj? forward eagerly. "Yes; it was dead ripe." "Youah honah," said the juror, "ef dat watuhmilon kiu be brought inter cou't I kin teil weddah dis witness am er man ob troof an'