"Well, your honor, as he was going along the sidewalk he ran plump into a street lamppost. He backed away, replaced his hat on his head, and firmly started forward again, but once more ran into the post.
"Four times he tried to get by the post, but each time his uncertain steps took him right into the iron pole.
"After the fourth attempt and failure to pass the post he backed off, fell to the pavement, and clutching his head in his hands, murmured, as one lost to all hope:
"'Lost! Lost in an impenetrable forest.'"
"Ten days;" said the court.
Juggins has been given to this sort of thing ever since he lost his chance of marrying a belle in Washington, and the daughter of a rich senator.
As a newspaper man Juggins was rather free with his criticism of public men and measures, and one of his letters, written before he became infatuated with the young lady in question, had rubbed it in so hard that the senator had gone to the trouble of finding out just who the writer was.
His hour of revenge arrived when Juggins summoned up courage to ask for his daughter's hand.
Then he arose in all his awful majesty.