Old Si Corntassle, a close-fisted farmer, sizing up the situation, thought it a good chance to corner some legal advice without cost, so he hastened to call upon the young man, told him he was very glad he had come into the town, as the old judge was getting superannuated, and then contrived in a sort of neighborly talk to get some legal questions answered. Then thanking the young sprig of the bar, he put on his hat and was about to leave, when the lawyer asked him if he should charge the advice, for which the fee was five dollars. The old fellow went into a violent passion and swore he never would pay, but the young lawyer told him he would sue him if he didn't. [Illustration] So old Si trotted down to see the judge, found him hoeing in his garden, and said: "That young scamp that's just come into town! I dropped in to make a neighborly call on him and he charged me five dollars for legal advice." "Served you right," said the judge, who sized up the situation, and saw a chance to pay off an old score; "you had no business to have gone to him." "But have I got to pay it, judge?" "Of course you have." "Well, then," said the man, "I suppose I must," and he started off. "Hold on!" said the judge; "aren't you going to pay me?" "Pay you? What for?" said old Si. "For legal advice." "What do you charge?" "Ten dollars." And consequently as old Si had to settle with both he rather overreached himself in the transaction. Some of you people doubtless find benefit in visiting the country, but I imagine Snellbaker, who has a gents' furnishing-goods emporium on the corner of a Brooklyn Street, rather carries off the prize in a profitable trip. [Illustration] I met him the other day, well sunburned, and with a twinkle in his eye. "I say, Mr. Niblo, did you hear about my luck?" he asked, slapping me on the shoulder. "Why, no, what's happened now?" I replied, wondering if he had drawn the grand prize in a lottery, or if his children had the measles. [Illustration] "Well, you know when I went away to the country, I only took my five children and I brought ten home with me." "How was that?" I asked, in surprise. "Well, they ate green apples and got doubled up." Singular what queer things do happen on the electric cars of a great metropolis. The other day I was riding down to the City Hall in a pretty crowded car when something happened. All the other passengers in the car were men except one; and she was a girl, a nice, pretty, young thing of that peculiar pinkish clarity of complexion more commonly designated "peaches and cream." [Illustration] The conductor had just collected her fare and was proceeding on his way to the rear platform when the girl grabbed at the left arm of her jacket and emitted a gaspy little scream. "What is it, miss?" asked the conductor. "Oh, what shall I do?" moaned the girl. "I've lost it! I've lost my Yale pin!"