devil in.

There is an old saying, "Honor among thieves." I will add a maxim
or two: There is honor among gamblers, and dishonor among some
business men that stand very high in the community in which they
live.

THE TWO JUDGES.

"He can not e'en essay to walk sedate,
But in his very gait one sees a jest
That's ready to break out in spite of all
His seeming."

Some years ago Judge Smith was upon the bench of the Police Court
at New Orleans, and during the time Judge Wilson occupied the same
position at Cincinnati.

Judge Smith made a trip to the North one summer, and stopped at
Cincinnati for a few days on his way home.

While in the Queen City he formed the acquaintance of Judge Moses
F. Wilson, and as he was in the "thirty-fifty" business like himself,
he felt as though they were somewhat akin.

Judge Smith was very fond of a joke, and when he met Mose Wilson,
he met a good-humored man, who had a fondness for "gags," and was
ever joking.

These kindred spirits were soon well pleased with each other.
Wilson felt that the duty of entertaining a fellow Judge from a
sister city was incumbent upon him, and he just spread himself to
do it.

They had a right royal time together, but all things must come to
an end some time, and the time had come for Judge Smith to tear
himself away and return once more to the field of his labor. They
bid each other an affectionate good-bye, but not until after Mose
had promised Smith to visit him the next winter, and stay forevermore.
Judge Smith was at the depot. His baggage was on board, and he
was just stepping upon the platform, when two gentlemen stepped
up, and one of them said:

"We want you," at the same time displaying his police badge.

"What for?" inquired Smith.

"Suspicion," replied the officer.

"Gentlemen, you are mistaken; I am Judge of the Police Court of
New Orleans."

"Oh! you are? Well, we never arrest a fellow like you that he is
not a Judge, lawyer, doctor, or some big bug somewhere, to hear
him tell it; but you take a walk with us up to the chief's office,
and explain to him who and what you are."

Smith saw it was of no use trying to explain. The train was moving
off with his baggage on board, and he was left (in the hands of
the two officers). They marched him up to the chief's office, and
when they arrived everything seemed to be in readiness for an
immediate trial; for there was Judge Wilson, the prosecuting
attorney, and