“Thank you, Your Honor!” returned Mr. Tutt, bowing profoundly, and lowering an eyelid in the direction of the gentlemen of the press.  “You are indeed a wise and upright judge!”

The wise and upright judge rose grandly and gathered his robes about the judicial legs.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” he remarked from his altitude to the reporters.

“Good morning, judge,” they replied in chorus.  “May we say anything about the writ?”

Judge Babson paused momentarily in his flight.

“Oh!  Perhaps you might as well let the whole thing go,” he answered carelessly.  “On the whole I think it better that you should.”

As they fought their way out of the doorway Charley Still, of the Sun, grinned at “Deacon” Terry, of the Tribune, and jocosely inquired:  “Say, Deac., did you ever think why one calls a judge ’Your Honor’?”

The Deacon momentarily removed his elbow from the abdomen of the gentleman beside him and replied sincerely though breathlessly, “No!  You can search me!”

And “Cap.”  Phelan, who happened to be setting his watch at just that instant, affirms that he will make affidavit that the old yellow clock winked across the room at the Goddess of Justice, and that beneath her bandages she unmistakably smiled.

By Advice of Counsel

  “Kotow!  Kotow!  To the great Yen-How,
    And wish him the longest of lives! 
  With his one-little, two-little, three-little, four-little,
    Five-little, six-little wives!”

“The fact is I’ve been arrested for bigamy,” said Mr. Higgleby in a pained and slightly resentful manner.  He was an ample flabby person, built like an isosceles triangle with a smallish head for the apex, slightly expanded in the gangliar region just above the nape of the neck—­medical students and phrenologists please note—­and habitually wearing an expression of helpless pathos.  Instinctively you felt that you wanted to do something for Mr. Higgleby—­to mother him, maybe.

“Then you should see my partner, Mr. Tutt,” said Mr. Tutt severely.  “He’s the matrimonial specialist.”

“I want to see Mr. Tutt, the celebrated divorce lawyer,” explained Mr. Higgleby.

“You mean my partner, Mr. Tutt,” said Mr. Tutt.  “Willie, show the gentleman in to Mr. Tutt.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Mr. Higgleby, and followed Willie.

“Is this Mr. Higgleby?” chirped Tutt as Higgleby entered the adjoining office.  “Delighted to see you, sir!  What can we—­I—­do for you?”

“The fact is, I’ve been arrested for bigamy,” repeated Mr. Higgleby.

Now the Tutt system—­demonstrated effective by years of experience—­for putting a client in a properly grateful and hence liberal frame of mind was, like the method of some physicians, first to scare said client, or patient, out of his seven senses; second, to admit reluctantly, upon reflection, that in view of the fact that he had wisely come to Tutt & Tutt there might still be some hope for him; and third, to exculpate him with such a flourish of congratulation upon his escape that he was glad to pay the modest little fee of which he was then and there relieved.  Tutt & Tutt had only two classes of clients:  those who paid as they came in, and those who paid as they went out.