The Book Agent's Quick Exit

Chief Woolery arrested a tall, sandy-haired young fellow yesterday on a charge of peddling books without a license. On entering the court room, the young fellow stoutly denied having sold any books in Seattle since the 1st of January; but finally he admitted having traded a book for meal tickets. 'Do you plead guilty or not guilty?' said the Judge. 'That depends upon which is the cheapest,' replied the book agent. 'What would be the expense if I plead guilty?' he continued. 'I cannot answer,' replied the Justice. 'I never pre-judge a case, and shall not fix your fine until you plead.' By this time the Chief had filled out three or four subpoenas for witnesses who had bought books of the defendant. 'Hold on, Mr. Policeman!' shouted the book agent. 'Inasmuch as I have bought a ticket, and intend to shake the dust of Seattle from my feet this very day, I will plead guilty; but I didn't do it.' 'Your fine and costs amount to nine dollars and fifty cents,' shouted the Judge. His slim fingers went down into his capacious pants pockets, and pulled up a handful of silver. As he rushed out of the office, he just made it in time to catch the boat as she was shoving off from the wharf.