Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

Jones. [Leaning forward, earnestly.] Well, wot, about ’er; who’s to make up to ’er for this?  Who’s to give ’er back ’er good name?

Mrs. Jones.  Your Worship, it’s the children that’s preying on his mind, because of course I ’ve lost my work.  And I’ve had to find another room owing to the scandal.

Magistrate.  Yes, yes, I know—­but if he had n’t acted like this nobody would have suffered.

Jones. [Glaring round at jack.] I ’ve done no worse than wot ’e ’as.  Wot I want to know is wot ‘s goin’ to be done to ’im.

     [The bald constable again says “HSSh”]

Roper.  Mr. Barthwick wishes it known, your Worship, that considering the poverty of the prisoners, he does not press the charge as to the box.  Perhaps your Worship would deal with the case as one of disorder.

Jones.  I don’t want it smothered up, I want it all dealt with fair —­I want my rights——­

Magistrate. [Rapping his desk.] Now you have said all you have to say, and you will be quiet.

     [There is a silence; the magistrate bends over and parleys with
     his clerk.]

Yes, I think I may discharge the woman. [In a kindly voice he addresses Mrs. Jones, who stands unmoving with her hands crossed on the rail.] It is very unfortunate for you that this man has behaved as he has.  It is not the consequences to him but the consequences to you.  You have been brought here twice, you have lost your work—­ [He glares at Jones]—­and this is what always happens.  Now you may go away, and I am very sorry it was necessary to bring you here at all.

Mrs. Jones. [Softly.] Thank you very much, your Worship.

     [She leaves the dock, and looking back at Jones, twists her
     fingers and is still.]

Magistrate.  Yes, yes, but I can’t pass it over.  Go away, there’s a good woman.

     [Mrs. Jones stands back.  The magistrate leans his head on his
     hand; then raising it he speaks to Jones.]

Now, listen to me.  Do you wish the case to be settled here, or do you wish it to go before a jury?

Jones. [Muttering.] I don’t want no jury.

Magistrate.  Very well then, I will deal with it here. [After a pause.] You have pleaded guilty to stealing this box——­

Jones.  Not to stealin’——­

Bald constable.  HSSShh!

Magistrate.  And to assaulting the police——­

Jones.  Any man as was a man——­

Magistrate.  Your conduct here has been most improper.  You give the excuse that you were drunk when you stole the box.  I tell you that is no excuse.  If you choose to get drunk and break the law afterwards you must take the consequences.  And let me tell you that men like you, who get drunk and give way to your spite or whatever it is that’s in you, are—­are—­a nuisance to the community.

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