The magistrate listened to the railroad detective. Then he called the poor old man to the bar.
“What is your name?” asked the magistrate.
“John Dempsey, your honor.”
“Without a home in this county, and no visible means of support, the officer says—is that right?”
“I—I—Yes, your honor.”
“And found riding on the train without a ticket?”
“I was, your honor.”
“Why? Why did you do it?”
“Sure, your honor, they treat me well enough at the Home; but I want to get out in the open. It’s stifled I am become by four walls.”
“But that does not explain away the fact that you stole a ride upon the complainant’s train?” said the magistrate, sternly.