He was wild with apprehension of coming trouble; but he took his seat in the jury-box and determined to explain the situation to the court at the earliest possible moment.

As he sat there with a guilty feeling in his soul it seemed to him that his hat kept getting bigger and bigger, until it appeared to him to be as large as a shot-tower.

Then he was conscious that the lawyers were staring at him.

Then the clerk looked hard at him and screamed, "Hats off in court!" and Mix grew crimson.

"Hats off!" yelled the clerk again, and Mix was about to reply when the judge came in, and as his eye rested on Mix he said, "Persons in the court-room must remove their hats." "May it please Your Honor, I kept my hat on because--" "Well, sir, you must take it off now." "But I say I keep it on because I----" "We don't want any arguments upon the subject, sir.