

MONTICELLO, MISSISSIPPI, MARCH 2s, 1916
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unless she be in the dear city of Cork
where left her some nine years last Mi
ch@lmas, with the childers, the little ORR
ellys.' .f


But Big Amy, with whom it seems
you had spree the other day-where
is she?'


sAll fam, yoursworshp, Of that spalpeen
John Smrth. III could only geth old Of him,
with dhrop Of the shilIelah, saving your
honor's riverence, I'd teach him to take
away an honest mans character. May the
devil burn him.


where's John Smith, MIR. Consta.
ble?' 4


(which one, your honor?'


'Why, the one that can tell all about this
affair with Big Amy


Cant find any such one; nobody knows
nothing about her.


This is a very mysterious affair! Ted
dy O'Rielly, we shall have 10 send you to
Jail.' e a -


Devil bit, saving your worship's river
ence-unless they keep good whiskey
there


Some one observed that the prison-
er could give security for his appear
ance


yes, that is the lorr,' said the Justice.
'And now, Teddy O'Rielly, we order that
you give bond to keep the peace for the
nexty year, against every body, and Big Amy
in perticular, wherever she is.


sand now, Mr.. Constable, you may pro-
klame that this court is rip


Gentlemen, we're gettin dry, let's Ticker.
The people have made me Justis, and I'm
determined to give 'em the orr.'


q rather recken, Squire, it was the
whiskey that made you a justice, and that
you may be considered rum justice, said
lean looking bystander.