Vol. III.—No. 109. | Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. | price four cents. |
Tuesday, November 29, 1881. | Copyright, 1881, by Harper & Brothers. | $1.50 per Year, in Advance. |
Mr. Primrose arrived at home one morning just as his family weregathering for breakfast. He had been for two days at a small town aboutthirty miles distant, to which he had been summoned to assist in thetrial of a pair of noted criminals.
"You look tired out," said Mrs. Primrose.
"Tired enough," he said. "I have been up nearly all night."
"How did that happen?"
"Well, it was partly my own fault. I met my old friend Philip Sanford upthere; he was on the defense in the case I was prosecuting. We had agrand tilt over it—fought each other vigorously all the way through.The chief criminal shook his fist at me when I was making the closingspeech. I began to see that the case was going against me, and I pressedthe rascals pretty hard."
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Primrose, with an anxious face. "I am always infear of some of those desperate characters doing you some injury out ofrevenge."
The gentleman laughed.