"Gawoh! gurrah! gu-r-r-r! Kowpff! Gawaw-wah! gawahhah! gwock! gwart! gwah-h-h-h woof!" Just as the other passengers had consulted together how they might slay him, morning dawned, and "lower number three" awoke. Every body watched the curtain to see what manner of man it was that made the sleeping-car a pandemonium. Presently the toilet was completed, the curtains parted, and "lower number three" stood revealed. Great heavens! It was a fair young girl, with golden hair and timid, pleading eyes, like a hunted fawn. -Burlington Hawkeye. CLXXIX. THE DEACON'S STORY. THE solemn old bells in the steeple Some twenty odd members, I calc'late, There, in the front row, sat the deacons, Beside him, his wife, countin' four-score, Miss Parsons, a spinster of fifty, And long ago laid on the shelf, Had wedged herself next; and, beside her, The meetin' was soon called to order, And silently wondered "What next?" His voice seemed to tremble with fear, As he said: "Boy and man you have known me, My good friends, for nigh forty year. "And you scarce may expect a confession "The children were wilder than rabbits, "She had only run in of an errand; And most every day she was there. "So the summer went by sort of cheerful, I was tired with my day's work, and sleepy, "Just then I heard a soft rapping, Then down sat the tremblin' sinner, The sisters they murmured of "shame," And "she should n't oughter a let him, No doubt she was mostly to blame." When straightway uprose Deacon Pryor, "Now bretherin and sisters," he said (We knowed then that suthin' was comin', And all sot as still as the dead), "You've heard Brother Hartley's confession, And I speak for myself when I say That if my wife was dead, and my children And made the place seem more like at home; And my baby would n't lie still, Then down sat the elderly deacon, Or the daughters at home by their firesides, The solemn old bells in the steeple Are ringing a bridal to-day. -N. S. Emerson. CLXXX. THE GUILELESS WITNESS. "Do you know the prisoner well?" asked the attorney. "Never knew him sick," replied the witness. "No levity," said the lawyer, sternly. "Now, sir, did you ever see the prisoner at the bar?” "Took many a drink with him at the bar." "Answer my question, sir!" yelled the lawyer. "How long have you known the prisoner?" "From two feet up to five feet ten inches." "Will the court make the K. N. E.-36. "I have, Jedge," said the witness, anticipating the lawyer, "I knowed the prisoner when he was a boy two feet long and a man five feet ten "Your Honor ———.” "It's a fac', Jedge; I'm under my oath," persisted the witness. The lawyer arose, placed both hands on the table in front of him, spread his legs apart, leaned his body over the table, and said: "Will you tell the court what you know about this case?" "That aint his name," replied the witness. "What aint his name?" "Case." "Who said it was?" "You did. You wanted to know what I knew about this case-his name's Smith." "Your Honor," howled the attorney, plucking his beard out by the roots, "will you make this man answer?" Witness," said the Judge, "you must answer the question put to you." "Land o' Goshen, Jedge, hain't I bin doin' it? Let him fire away, I'm ready." "Then," said the lawyer, don't beat about the bush any more. You and this prisoner have been friends?" "Never!" promptly responded the witness. "What! Was n't you summoned here as a friend?" "No, sir; I was summoned here as a Presbyterian. Nary one of us was ever Friends—he's an old line Baptist, without a drop of Quaker blood in him." "Stand down," yelled the lawyer in disgust. "Hey?" "Stand down." "Can't do it; I'll sit down or stand up "Sheriff, remove that man from the box.” Witness retires, muttering: "Well, if he aint the thick headedest chap I ever laid my eyes on!" |