[The Prodigal Judge by Vaughan Kester]@TWC D-Link bookThe Prodigal Judge CHAPTER XIII 12/22
"But I reckon, sir, this ain't the first time the penitentiary has stared you in the face." "Then you reckon wrong," said the judge sententiously, as he hauled on his trousers. "No ?--you needn't hurry none.
I'll get them dishes when I fetch your dinner," he added, as he took his leave. A little later the blacksmith appeared and fitted three iron bars to the window. "I reckon that'll hold you, old feller!" he observed pleasantly. He was disposed to linger, since he was interested in the mechanical means employed in the making of counterfeit money and thirsted for knowledge at first hand.
Also, he had in his possession a one-dollar bill which had come to him in the way of trade and which local experts had declared to be a spurious production.
He passed it in between the bars and demanded the judge's opinion of it as though he were the first authority in the land.
But he went no wiser than he came. It was nearing the noon hour when the judge's solitude was again invaded.
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