THE DETROIT POLICE COURT.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 4553, 23 October 1875, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE DETROIT POLICE COURT.

“Doesn’t this weather make you think of the still, green forests ? ” asked his Honor, as he came in with the lurid perspiration playing “ pull-away” up and down his forehead. “It does—it does!” replied Bijah. “It makes me think of shady delss, mossy banks, National banks, gurgling brooks, the Atlantic Ocean, green peas, arsenic, soap-suds, shady nooks, Paris green, and so forth. Oh ! would I were a girl again !” “ Is this the hull of you ? asked his Honor, as Lems Hull stood on the mark. The prisoner looked around to see if one of his arms or legs had dropped off, and made no reply. “ Now then, how about shaking your fist under your neighbor’s nose, whooping, yelling, and being seven-eighths drunk ?” “ All on account of my wife,” said Mr. Hull. “ Her blab is alius going, and she makes my house a perfect paudymormonum. I believe she is the wickdest, meanest old redheaded buzzard in the great Northwest!” “ Lew Hull, you lie, and you know it!" screamed a sharp female voice from over the rope. “ Silence ?” cried his Honor. “That’s her,” continued the prisoner. “I’ve heard that old hen-hawk scream of hers every day for seven years, and I’m worn out!” “ Can’t you agree “ I’ve tried to, Judge. I’ve bought her rings and breastpins; I’ve brought her home icecream and lottery-tickets ; she’s had button-boots, a hat that turns up in front ; and now, this moment, she’s got on the biggest kind of a fashionable bustle !” “ Lew Hull, I !” “ Be calm !” shouted Bijah. “ And now,” continued Hull, “ send me up —boost me for six months 1 If I don’t go to the House of Correction I’ll go to the bottom of the river !” “ I’ll do it, Mr. Hull; I’ll make it six months, and if she comes up there and bothers you, I’ll have her sawed in two !’’ “ This is yawl !” announced Bijah, and the prisoner’s baud escorted Mrs. Hull to the corner, singing : “ Mat-ri-raony’s but a struggle. First you haul, and then you pull, Alars ! alars ! the world is full of Cases just like this of Hull. Store clothes, Bed hair! Think of what he had to hear !”