There was pistols drawed up at the tavern by some of our best people, sir, who got het up disputin' who was eligible to serve." The judge groaned.

"You should be thankful them pistols wasn't drawed on you, sir," said the sheriff amiably.

"You've got a heap to be grateful about; for we've had one lynching, and we've rid one or two parties on a rail after giving 'em a coat of tar and feathers." The judge shuddered.

The sheriff continued placidly: "I'll take it you'll get all that's coming to you, sir, say about twenty years--that had ought to let you out easy.

Sort of round out your earthly career, and leave something due you t'other side of Jordan." "I suppose there is no use in my pointing out to you that I did not know the money was counterfeit, and that I was quite innocent of any intention to defraud Mrs.Walker ?" said the judge, with a weary, exasperated air.
"It don't make no difference where you got the money; you know that, for you set up to be some sort of a lawyer." Presently the sheriff went his way into the dusk of the evening, and night came swiftly to fellowship the judge's fears.