"H—l!—I mean, thank God!" exclaims Vestryman Appleboy.
This, gentle reader, is what might happen to you if your cook should steal the teapot.
RED TAPE
Mr. Appleboy makes his way from the court-room to the corridor of the Criminal Courts building a sadder, wiser and more chastened member of society. He now has personal knowledge of the way in which our criminal laws are enforced and some idea of the administration of criminal justice in general in New York City. He has been dragged down to the Criminal Courts building, to the district attorney's office, the grand jury room, and the General Sessions not less than a dozen times, and he now takes a solemn vow that never, if he can possibly avoid it, will he be prevailed upon to go there again.
Our defeated hero on reaching home finds Mrs. Appleboy waiting luncheon for him.
"Well, Silas," she inquires, "has that woman been convicted at last?"
Her husband laughs somewhat shamefacedly.