When the morning came the whole town of Warren was in a state of intense excitement. It had become noised about that Ben Hogan--the terrible, the wicked, the notorious Ben Hogan--was stopping at the hotel, and was about to be brought to trial. The court room was packed to its utmost capacity. Everybody was straining his eyes to get a glimpse of the wickedest man in the world. Ben took his seat in the prisoner's dock and quietly awaited the proceedings. At last the judge addressed our hero, saying: "Hogan, I find that there are five indictments against you, all growing out of the charge of keeping a disorderly house. I need not specify the charges, as you know well enough what they are. Do you plead guilty or not guilty?" "Not guilty!" answered Ben. Then rising to his feet, he continued: "If your honor please, I shall be glad to explain this whole matter to you, so that you may judge for yourself the nature of my offences. I will cheerfully answer any question which your honor sees fit to ask." "Very well," said the judge. "I will ask you first, what sort of a place is it which you are keeping in Babylon?" "A restaurant and gymnasium," was Ben's prompt reply. "Open to both ladies and gentleman!" "What have you got in this gymnasium?" queried the judge, who had himself given a good deal of attention to physical culture. "Well, the apparatus which is generally found in such places. Dumb-bells, Indian-clubs, boxing-gloves, pulley-weights, rings, bars, etc." "How many 'ladies' are there in your class?" continued the judge, with a smile. "Fifteen!" answered Ben, gravely. "And about how many gentlemen?" "Oh, between three and four hundred!" "The gentlemen find it more attractive than the ladies, do they?" "Well, they all like it," was Ben's reply. The judge began to think his questions less shrewd than he had supposed, and the spectators relished his disappointment in bringing out evidence of such an innocent nature. "Now, sir," he continued, "I want you to tell me what sort of exercises you put these ladies through?" This caused the crowd to break forth into a roar of laughter; but Ben, not at all disconcerted, proceeded to answer the question with all seriousness. "Light gymnastic exercise is what I call it," he said. "Would you be good enough to explain what that is?" asked the judge. "Certainly," answered Ben. "It is a moving of the arms, the body and the limbs in such a manner as to bring all the muscles into play, thus," (here he began to work the upper part of his body to and fro, while the spectators roared aloud). "Practice of this kind," continued Ben, "is most beneficial to the whole system. It is better than trying to lift heavy weights, in which there is more or less danger of overstraining oneself. The body exercise can be taken by anybody, no matter how weak. It's a great thing!" "I should say so!" interrupted the judge.