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THE EVEN 1N1}. GAZETTE
. ' DOROTHY.
BY JAMES WORKMAN.
The judge had dined, and was en
joying an after-dinner cigar before
turning to a pile of papers that lay on
the table at his elbow. Yet even as
he watched the flickering fire and
puffed dreamily at his cigar, luxuriat-
ing in a little relaxation after a hard
day’s work in a close and crowded
court his mind was busy formulating
the scathing sentences in which he
intended to sum up a case that had
been tried that day. There could be no
doubt as to the guilt of the prisoner.
who had been accused of a'most impu-
dent fraud, and though it was a firsr
offence, the judge intended to pass the
severest sentence which the law al
lowed.
The judge was no believer in shori
sentences. He regarded leniency to- a
criminal as an offence against socie-
ty—a direct encouragement to those
who hesitated on the brink of vicious
courses, and were only restrained by
fear of punishment. The well-mean-
ing people who got up petitions to miti-
gate the sentence upon a justly con-
victed thief or murderer were, in his
eyes, guilty of a mawkish sentimental-
ity. There was no trace of weakness
or effeminancy in his own face, with
its grizzled eyebrows, somewhat cold
gray eyes, thin lips and massive chin.
He was a just man, just to the split-
ting of a hair, austere and unemotion-
a1.
He had conducted the trial with the
most scrupulous impartiality, but now
that a verdict of guilty was a fore-
gone conclusion, he determined to
make an example of one who had so
shamefully abused the confidence
placed in him.
Stated briefly, the situation was as
follows: The prisoner, Arthur Max-
well, was cashier to a firm of solicit-
ors, Messrs. Lightbody and Dufto-n.
The only surviving partner of the orig-
inal firm, Mr. Lightbody, had recently
died, leaving the business to his
nephew, Thomas Faulkner. Faulkner
accused Arthur \Iaxwell of having em- -
bezzled a sum of two bun-died and fifty
pounds. Maxwell admitted having
taken the money, but positively as-
serted that it had been presented to
him as a flee gift byl Mr. Lightbody.
Unfortunately for the prisone1, the let-
ter which he had stated had accompan‘
ied the check could not be produced,
and Faulkner, supported by the evi-
dence of several well-known experts,
declared the signature on the check
to be a forgery. When the check- book
was examined the counterfoil was dis-
covered to be a blank. The prisoner
asserted that Mr. Lightbody himself
had taken out a blank check and had
filled it up and signed it, at his private
residence. He could. however, produce
no proof of this assertion, and all the
evidence available was opposed'to his
unsupported statement.
“Arthur Maxwell,” soliloquized the
judge, “you have been convicted on
evidence that leaves no shadow of a
doubt of your guilt of a crime which
I must characterize as one of the bas-
est—”
The clattering of voices in the hall
brought the soliloquy to an abrupt con-
clusion. The judge required absolute
silence and solitude when he was en-
gaged in study, and the servants, who
stood in considerable awe of him, Were
extremely careful to prevent the least
disturbance taking place within ear-
shot of his sanctum. He jerked the
bell impatiently, intending to give a
good wigging to those responsible for
the disturbance. 'But the door was
thrown open by his daughter Mabel,
a pretty girl of twelve, who was evi~
dently in a state of breathless excite-
ment.
“0 papa!” she exclaimed, “here’s
such a queer little object wants to see
you. Please let h-'ei come in.”
Before the judge could remonstiate,
a little child, a rosy-faced girl of be-
tween five and six, in a red hood and
cloak, hugging a black puppy under
her arm and a brown paper parcel un-
der the other, trotted briskly into the
room. The judge rose to his feet with
an expression which caused his daugh-
ter to vanish with remarkable celerity.
“What on earth are you doing here,
child?” he asked irritably. “What can
you possibly want with me?” She re-
mained silent, staring at him with
round, frightened eyes. “Come, come,
can’t you find your tongue, little girl?”
he asked more gently. “What is it you
want with me?” '
“If you please,” she said timidly, ‘ I
have brought you Tommy.”
Tommy'was clearly the fat puppy,
for as she bent her face toward him he
wagged his tail and promptly licked
the end of her nose.
“I’ve broughted you other thin-gs as
well,” she said, opening the brown pa-
per parcel and revealing a doll with a
very beautiful complexion, large blue
eyes and hair of the purest gold, :1 di-
' minutive Noah’s ark, a white pig, [a
woolly sheep, a case of crayons, a pen-
holder, :1 broken-bladed knife, a small
paint'box, a picture book or two, and
what bore some faint resemblance to a
number of water-color sketches. She
seemed particularly pi’oud of the lust-
named.
“I painted them all by myself,” she
explained.
“Well,” he said, “it is very kind of
you to bring me all these pretty things,
but why do you want to give them to
me?”
“I—I don’t want to
you,” she faltered‘.
“Come,” he said with a quiet laugh.
“that’s honest, at least.
give them to
to?”
“I’ll give them to you, and Tommy,
too,” 'with a very wistful-glance at the
puppy, ff if you’ll promise not to send
poor papa to prison.”
A silércc. such as precedes some aw-
ful convulsion of nature, pervaded the
Well, ”why __do,
you give them to me if you don’t want
room for several seconds after this an
.dacious propbsal. Even Tommy, as
though cowering before the outraged
majesty of- the law, buried his (head
between the judge’s coat and vest and
lay motionless except for a propitiatory
wag of his tu-.il
“what is your name, child?” asked
_ the judge
“Dorothy MaxWell,” falte-red the lit-
tle' girl, timidly, awed by the sudden
silence and the perhaps unconsciously
stern expression upon" his lordship’s
face.
"Dorothy Maxwell,” said. the judge.
severely, as though the little figure be-
fore 111111 we1e standing in the prison
ei’ s dock a3; aiting sentence, you have
been convicted at the close of the nine
tecnth centuly of the almost unpur-al
le.ed crime of attempting to corrupt
one of her majesty’s judges, to per-
suade him by means of bribery to de-
feut the ends of justice. I shall fur
ther enlarge upon the enormity of you1
crime. Have you anything to say
why sentence Should not be—uo, no,
don t cry. Poor little thingl I didn’t
mean to frighten you. I’m not the least
bit angry w1th you—really and truly.
Come and sit on my knee, and show
me all those pretty things.
"This is vely like condoning a crimi-
nal offence,” thought the judge with a
gum smile, as he wiped the fetus f10m
the child’s face and tried to interest
her in the contents of the brown paper
. parcel. '
But the thoughts the tears aroused
did not vanish with them. Arthur
Maxwell was no longer a kind of im-
personal representative of the criminal
classes, to be dealt with as severely
as the law allowed in the interest of
society in general. He was‘ the father
of this soft, plump, rosy—checked, gold-
en—haired little maid, who inevitably
would have to share now 01' in the fu-
ture her'father’s humiliation and dis-
giace.
At this moment the door opened, and
his wife, a slender, graceful woman
considerably younger than himself,
with a refined, delicate face, came
quietly in.
“Ah,” exclaimed the judge, with a
sudden inspiration, "I believe you are
at the bottom of all this, Agnes. What
is this child doing here?”
“You are not vexed, Matthew?” she
asked, half timidly.
“Hardly that,” he answered slowly;
“but what good can it do? It is impos-
sible to explain the situation to this
poor little mite. It was cruel to let
her come on such an errand. How
did she get here?”
“It was her own idea—entirely her
own idea; but her mother brought her,
and asked to see me. The poor wom-
an was distracted, nearly frantic with
grief and despair, and ready to clutch
at any straw. She was so dreadfully
miserable, poor thing, and I thought
it was such a pretty idea, I—I couldn’t
refuse her, Matthew.”
“But, my dear,” expostulated the
judge, “you must have known that it
could do no good.”
“I—I knew what the verdict would
be,” anS'wered his wife. “I 'read a re-
port of the trial in an evening paper.
But, then, there was the‘sentence, you
know—and—and I thought the poor
child might soften you a little, Mat-
thew.” .
The judge’s hand strayed mechani-
cally among the toys, and to interest
the child he began to examine one of
the most vivid of her pictorial efforts.
“You think I am very hard and un.
just, Agnes?” he asked.
“No, no, no,” she answered, hurried-
ly; “not unjust, never unjust. There
is not a more impartial judge upon the
bench—the world says it. But don’t
you think, dear, that justice without
—without mercy is always a little
hard? Don’t be angry, Matthew. I
never spoke to you like this before. I
wouldn‘t now but for the poor wom-
an in the next room and the innocent
little thingat your knee.”
The judge made no reply. He bent
still more closely over the scarlet ani—
mal straying amid emerald fields, and
burnt umbel trees of a singularly ori-
ginal shape
"That’s a cow,” said Dorothy, proud-
1y.
that's its tail—it isn’t a tree. There’s
a cat on the other side. I can draw
cats better than cows.” - ~
In her anxiety to exhibit her artistic
abilities in their higher manifestations
she took the paper out of his hands,
and presented the opposite side. At
first he glanced at it listlessly, and
then his eyes suddenly flashed and he
examined it with breathless inwterest
“Well, I’m blessed!” he exclaimed,
excitedly.
It was not a judicial utterance, but
the circumstances were-exceptional.
“Here’s the very letter Maxwell de-
clared he had received from Lightbody
along with the cheque. His reference
to it, as he couldn’t produce it, did
more harm than good; but I believe
it’s genuine, upon my word I do. List-
en; it’s dated from The Hollies, Light-
body’s private address:—
"' ‘My dear Maxwellz—I have just
heard from the doctor that my time
will be very short, and I~am trying to
arrange my affairs as quickly as pos-
sible. I have long recognized the un-
‘ostentatious, but thorough and entire-
ly satisfactory, manner in which you
have dis-charged your duties, and as
some little and perhaps too tardy re-
cognition of your “long and faithful
services, and as a token of my personal
esteem for you, I hope you will accept
the enclosed'two~ hundred and fifty
pounds. ’With best wishes for your fu-‘
ture, believe me, since1e1y,
‘ ,. “THOMAS LIGHTBODY.”
“What do you think of that? I’ll
send it round to Maxwell’s solicitor at
once.” .
“0h, Matthew, then the poor fellow’s
innocent, after all?” .
‘ It looks like it. If this letter is gen-
uine, he certainly is. . There,
don’ t
It look miserable again.
If it had been a forgery, you may be '
I’m sure it is.
sure it would have been ready for pro-
duction at a "moment’s notice. . Where
did you get this paper, little girl?”
Dorothy blushed guiltily and hung
her head. '
“I took it. out of pa’ s desk. I—I
wanted some paper to draw on, and.I
took it without asking. You won’t tell
him, will you? He’ll be ever so cross.”
“Well, we may perhaps have to let
him know about it, my dear; but I
don’t think he’ll-be a bit cross. Now,
this lady will take you to your mother,
and you can tell her that papa Won’t
go to prison, and that he’ll be home to-
morrow night.”
He kissed her, and his wife held out
her hand. But Dorothy lingered, with
hanging head and twitching lips.
“May I—may I say good-by to Tom-
' my, please?” she faltered.
“Tommy’s going with you,” said the
judge, laughing kindly. “I wouldn’t
depiive you of Tommy’s company for
Tom-’my s weight in gold.”
py, captured him after an exciting
chase, and took him in her arms. Then
she walked towards the door, but the
corner of her eye rested wistfully on
the contents of the brown paper parcel.
The judge hastily gathered the toys,
rolled them up in the paper, ‘and pr -
sented them to her. But Dorothy looked
disappointed. The thought of giving
them to purchase her father’s pardon
had been sweet as well as bitter.” She
was willing to compromise in order to
escape the pang that the loss of Tom-
my and the doll and the paint- box and
other priceless tieasures would have
inflicted, but she still wished—poor lit-
tle epitome of our complex human na-
ture—to taste the joy of heroic self-sac-
rifice. Besides, she was afraid that the
judge might after all refuse to pardon
her father if she took away all the
gifts with which she had attempted to
propitiate him.
She put the parcel on a chair and
opened it out. Holding the wriggling
puppy in her arms she gazed at her
treasures, trying to make 11p her mind
which would be sufficiently valuable
in the judge’s eyes to accomplish her
purpose. Finally, she. selected the
sheep, and presented the luxuriantly
woolly, almost exasperatingly meek-
looking, animal to the judge.
“You may have that and the pretty
picture for bein’ kind to papa,” she said,
with the air of one who confers ines-
timable favors.
He was about to decline the honor,
but, catching his wife’s eye, he meekly
accepted it, and Dorothy and the pup-
py and the brown paper parcel disap-
peared through the door.
, “Well, well,” said the judge, with a
queer smile, as he placed the fluffy
white sheep on the mantlepiece, “I
never th..1ght I should be guilty of ac-
cepting a bribe, but we never know
what we may come to.”
The next day Maxwell was acquitted
and assured by the judge that he left
the court without a stain upon his char-
acter; The following Christmas Dor-
othy received a brown paper parcel
containing toys of the most wonderful
description from an unknown friend;
and it was asserted by his intimates
that ever afterwards the judge’s sen-
tences seldom erred on the side of se-
verity, and that he was disposed, when-
ever possible, to give a prisoner the
benefit of the doubt—The Strand
Magazine.
, Balloon Lifeboats.
The big ocean greyhounds will soon,
it isthought, be equipped with life-
boats harnessed to balloons, 'so as to
be practically unsinkable. Cylinders
filled with compressed gas will be placed
in compartments of the lifeboats, and
from these the balloons, which will be
harnessed with cords toa hollow mast
connected with the cylinderrs, is i11-
fiated. The mast. which is iron tub-
ing, is adjustable, and, when turned
forward, the big balloon acts as a sail,
oars proving quite unnecessary. The
combination boat will doubtless prov-e
- of the greatest service in saving peo-
ple far out at sea. In a recent test it
was shown that, even with the boat
filled with water to the gunwales, the
“Don t you see its horns "——and ‘ lifting power of the balloon prevented
the craft fro-m either sinking 01' upset-
ting. .
Result of His Call.
Sweet Girl (anxiously)—Did Fred—I
mean Mr. Nicefellow—call to see you
to-day, papa?
Papa—Yes, and to oblige him I con-
sented. I suppose time hangs heavy
on his hands.
Sweet Girl (mystified)——\’Vhy—why,
what did he say?
Papa—He requested the pleasure of
a. series of games of chess with me.
The first ones we will play this even-
ing, and after that every third even-
ing during the winter. - I hope, my
dear, you will keep out of the library,
as chess is a very absorbing occupa-
tions—New York Weekly.
/ Papa’s Opinion.
Tommy—that kind of a store is that
one, papa, where they have three col
01ed glass jars in the window?
Papa—That’s an apothccary
Tommy.
Tommy—And that place next door to
it that has three balls in front of it?
. Papa (with a sigh)—Oh, that‘s a hy-
apothecary shop, Tommyl—Judgc.
shop.
A Soft Answer.
have nothing to fill them.
Mrs Fussy—Do you fill your
hat?—Boston Travele1. ‘ r, ,
...
Nut Easily Beaten.
sued him an’ got judgment for one
hundred dollars ” “Yes?” “Mariie'
'the widder, got a divorce for Si: {.ty dol-
' lars, an’ had f01ty dollais left out of
the one hundred dollars.
Dorothy eageily pursued the fat pup- -
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ANIMA’Ls'sHAM DEATH.
11 Clever Fox That i‘iame to Life, Bit His
Captor and Escaped.
Two cases are on reccud of“ oxes be-
ing discovered in hcn- houses. In each
case the fox not only completely de-
ceived the finder, but allowed himself
to be dragged out by the brush and
thrown down, in the one case in a
field, and the other on a dung ,hill.- In
each instance the fox then jumped up
and ran away. Another example is
that of :1 fox which dangled'across a
man’s shoulder as it allowed itself to
be carried along a road for more than
a mile. At last it bit the man and was
promptly dropped. A cat was ob-
served to carry a weasel home in its
mouth, the weasel dangling helplessly.
The door of the house was closed,-and
the cat, in conformity with its usual
habit, mewed to gain admission. To
mow, however, it had to set down the
weasel, which jumped up and fast-
ened on its nose.
The following instance was ob-
served by the late Prof. Romanes: A
corncrakc had been retrieved by a dog,
and, having every appearance of be-
ing dead, was put in a man’s pocket.
Presently violent struggles were felt,
and the' man drew the bird out. To
his astonishment it again hung in his
hand limp and apparently lifeless. . It
was then set upon the ground and
watched from behind some cover. In
a short time it raised its head, looked
around and decamped at full speed—
Flom the Scotsman.
Use ”for. Nickel‘steeli
Nickel-steel is considered by some as
the building material of the future. It
is produced by' the combination of
iron and nickel, the success of the al-
loy depending upon the quality of the
nickel. Quite recently nickel-steel has
also been employed in the manufac-
ture of bicycles, and a German wheel
of this material, weighing but thir-
teen pounds, is said to have compared
: favorably with bicycles made of com
mon steel—New York Sun.
Hard Luck.
First Tramp-Didn’t I see you sawin'
.vood yesterday?
Second Tramp—Yes. Dat was one of
113.111 sad occasions when a man what’s
azy finds he can’t afford to be idle.—
truth.
"Took the C‘d’nbéit Olib of Him.
“I’m going to have a little fun this
afternoon,” remarked Joseph Goodr’cl-
low, as he worked his way into his
overcoat, preparatory to leaving i1 is
oflice Saturday. “That boy of mine
has been reading about the Gui-bett—
Fitzsimmons fight, and boxing in
bains all over town, till he 111121311115
he is a pugilist. I’m going to trim
him out in the back yard and take
some of the conceit out of him. He is
a pretty husky boy, but you know l
used to be very clever with the mittens
n11'self. ”
This morning the following appeared
under the head of personal mention:
“The friends of Mr. Joseph Gocdfel-
low will 1egr-et to learn that he is so
riously ill at his home in the Western
Addition. ”
In the sporting columns of the same
journal was the following: '
"I hereby challenge any 16-year-old
boy on the Pacific coast, who don’t
weigh over 135 pounds, to fight to a
finish for fun or marbles—Kid Good-
fellow.”—-San Francisco Post.
‘,
The Limit.
“How much do you weigh?” said a
friend to Speaker Reed the other day.
“I weigh 200 pounds,” ‘he replied,
slowly and smilingly.
“011," said his friend. “you weigh
more than that. You must weigh near-
ly 300 pounds.” _
“No,” said the speaker, “no gentle-
man weighs more than 200 pounds."—
New York Tribune.
At the Zoo. ‘ '
Little Elsie (looking at the giraffe at
the Zool—Oh. mammal They have
made that poor thing stand in the sun,
haven’ t they?
Mamma—Why do you say that my
dear?
Little Elsie—Look at all his freckles.
~Philudelphia Times,
Impaneled a Lunatic. A
A Kansas City doctor, who was
looking for a crazy patient whom he
was to lock up in an insane asylum,
found the lunatic serving on a jury in
the circuit court—Boston Globe.
Dollars and Sense.
Hopeful—Pa, what's the difference
between a statesman and a politician!
Pa—Oh, a million dollars frequently.
-—New York Journal.
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