The most extraordinary activity prevails in the police department.

Nothing like it has been seen since we can remember." THE JUDGE'S "SPIRITED WOMAN" "I was sitting here," said the judge, "in this old pulpit, holding court, and we were trying a big, wicked-looking Spanish desperado for killing the husband of a bright, pretty Mexican woman.

It was a lazy summer day, and an awfully long one, and the witnesses were tedious.

None of us took any interest in the trial except that nervous, uneasy devil of a Mexican woman--because you know how they love and how they hate, and this one had loved her husband with all her might, and now she had boiled it all down into hate, and stood here spitting it at that Spaniard with her eyes; and I tell you she would stir me up, too, with a little of her summer lightning, occasionally.

Well, I had my coat off and my heels up, lolling and sweating, and smoking one of those cabbage cigars the San Francisco people used to think were good enough for us in those times; and the lawyers they all had their coats off, and were smoking and whittling, and the witnesses the same, and so was the prisoner.