NOTHING TO LIVE FOR.
♦ “Your honour," said a prosecuting attorney in a backwoods court, “the .prisoner at the bar is charged with killing one of the most exemplary citizens of this country. Thomas Jones, your honour, was in every respect a model man. He was a member of the church ; he was never known to bet on horses, play poker, drink whisky, or use tobacco. He"— “Hold on a minute," said the judge. “You say, he never bet on a horse ?"
“That’s what' I said, your honqur.’ “Never was known to play a gaipe ?’’ “Never, your honour." “And he never drank liquor?" “Never drank a drop, your hqnour,"
And he didn’t chew tobacco ? Never took a chew in his life.
“Well, then," said the judge, “I don’t see what he wanted to live for. There wasn't anything in life for him, and I don’t see why he ain't about as well off dead as alive. Release the prisoner, and call the next
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Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 49, 27 July 1908, Page 8
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