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 "I stamped my foot, I was not aware that it was against the rules."

"Enter a fine of twenty-five dollars," said the judge to the clerk.

"I will pay it," put in Laura again.

"Thank you," said good Mrs Booth.

"You will have to draw heavily on your purse if you pay the fines of all of them," remarked the judge to Laura.

"I do not think, your honor, that these ladies understood the rules of the court," said Laura.

"Well, they understand them now," replied the judge.

A gay demoiselle of Pacific street, prosecuting in the recorder's court a lover, who one night while she was sleeping off the fumes of champagne rose from her side, rifled her room of its valuables and departed, was asked by the judge to state the particulars of the case, who she was and where she lived. Turning toward him with an arch smile, Angelina replied, "Ah! judge, you know all about it!"

Uncle Zeke was elected justice of the peace at Nevada city in 1852, and when called upon to take the oath of office it was for the first time ascertained that his name was Ezekiel Dougherty. A man arrested for horse-stealing was once brought before him and put upon trial. Evidence was strong against the prisoner, it being fully proved that he was a bad character. The prosecution rested, and the prisoner's counsel called a witness.

"I don't see what you want of witnesses," said Uncle Zeke.

"May it please your honor," replied the attorney, "the object of the testimony which I now propose to offer is to prove the general good character of the accused."

"What in hell is the use of trying to prove his