DOINGS IN DETROIT.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2121, 6 November 1890, Page 3

DOINGS IN DETROIT.

Do you know the prisoner well ? asked the attorney. Never knew him sick, replied the witness. JN'o levity, said the lawyer sternly. Now, sir, did you eyer seethe prisoner at the bar ? Took many a drink with him at the bar. Answer my question, Bir, yelled, the lawyer. How long hare you known the prisoner P From two feet up to five feet ten inches. Will the court make the' I have, Jedge, said the witness, anticipating the lawyer—l have answered the question. I knewed the prisoner when he was a boy two feet long and a man. five feet ten. Your Honour, It's a fact, Jedge, I'm under 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 P That ain't his name, replied the witness. What ain't his name t Case, Who said it was ? Tou did. Ton wanted to know what I knew about this case. His name's Smith.

Tour 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 questions put to you. Land o’ Goshen, Jedge, hain’t I been doing it ? Let the blamed 100 l fire away. I’m alLready. Then, said the lawyer, don’t beat about the bush any more. Tou and the prisoner have been friends ? Never, promptly responded the witness. What! Weren’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 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 the man from the box.

Witness retires, muttering: Well, if he ain’t the thick-headedest cuss I ever laid eyes on.