68 DIGGING A GRAVE ©

ee did what I could, child; don’t blaze
up like that. I tould his honor that I knew |
the prisoner to be come of dacent people,
well brought up, and that I couldn’t believe
he’d insult any female —certainly not, if:
it was altogether himself that was in it —
and the magistrate, who knows me (for I’ve
taken on me the charge. of two or three
poor girls at that office and got them well —
placed), as he “says, ‘Then who was in it,
Mrs. Byrne,’ he Says. |

“*Plaze, yer honor, the whisky,’ I says;
—fhe’s not the only one in the coort — I 20
bail, yer honor — who has dug his grave
with a wine-glags.’

* Bat ote be evem half. drink at this
hour of the day, and to strike a policeman,
who only told him to move on; even (to the
prisoner) you allow that was what pfo-
voked you?’ ‘And Terence looked up and

said,