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jCbadiah Cpftn or,, a negro charged
with threatening to kill his wife.
Mrs. iConnor, 24 years old, big
and husky, was asked to tell her
"He done say he'd kill me for
suah, judge," she said, rolling her
eyes at her man. "He's a good
" provider, judge, but he's not been
a good, kind husband lately. He
said: 'Ah'm goin' to kill you ef it's
the lasrthing Ah do.' He don't
drink none either, judge. It's just
his ugly temper."
"What have you got to sav.
Obadiah?" asked Judge Hopkins,
jr- Obadiah stepped forward, jbut
' toned his coat, thrust his right
hand into the breast of it and
drew a long breath. Evidently
Obadiah had a lot to say, and
meant to say it right.
"Relative to what Mrs. Connor
says, judge your honor," he be
.gan. "Ah never says to her. as
how Ah'm goin' to kill her. Ah
says to her : 'Sweetheart, you go-jn'-to
'noy me an' 'npy me an' tan
talize me till Ah da somethih'
dangerous.' That's all Ah said,
judge. Her and me, we gets into
a altercation once in a while,
judge your honor, an' we don't
have any mutuality'any moah."
' "Hm," said judge Hopkins.
I " "You having mutuality with any
other lady these days,' Obadiah ?"
Connor rolled his eyes wildly.
- around the courtroom.
"Judge your honor,", he said,
"Ah hope. Gawd will paralyze
..man tongue in ma'h mbuf an'
strike me daid in mah tracks if Ah
done anything like that. As Gawd
N i5mah secret Judge o.ur honor, ;
Ah 'haven't even looked at any
other 'ooman, an' Ah wouldn't
harm a hair of mah wife's haid."
"Dismissed," sid Hopkins.
The two negroes left the court
room, arguing at the top of their
The case of Tony Pappa, an old
offendor, a drunkard, was next.
He had been arrested on the com
plaint of his family.
His oldest child, a daughter
aged 18, was in court to testify
against him. The girl is a strik
ing" beauty, with finely-cut, regtf
flar features, black eyes, ivory
teeth and rare whiteness of skin.
She was a brilliant figure in. that
dingy courtroom, and the "con
trast between her neatness and
beauty and her shambling, shak
Tng father drew all eyes. "
"Two of my brothers are news
boys," she said, with a catch in"
tier voice. "I'm a stenographer,
earning $15 a week., The boys-
and I have supported father for
ten ypars, and he always is whee
dling drink money out of us."
"Hold up your hand," said
Hopkins to Pappa.
The drunkard did, and the
hand shook like a leaf in the wind.
'Ye-es," said-Hopkins. "You
go to the Bridewell all right until
you get a little of that out of
Tears came into the eyes of the
"I've got a good mother and
sisters," she said, as she turned
sorrowfully away, "but I haven't .
a good father."
Hopkins gazed admiringly af
ter the girl. , , .