Joe turned several shades of red and stared at the wood grain of the dock railing.

The judge recovered his composure "Order." Gavel Bang. The laughter subsided.

"Care to explain yourself, Mister Blacke?"

"I lost me job and I had too much drink, sir. I was upset. I have no excuse, I am sorry."

"First offense?" the judge queried

"Yes sir." Joe answered dutifully.

"Well, Mister Blacke, I am inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt on this occasion. Perhaps a heavy fine shall serve to remind you of the evils of drink, and encourage you
not to appear before this bench again. I fine you 10 Shillings and you are to write a letter of apology to Constable Neil."

Gavel bang.

"Next case!"