THE TRIALS OF AN ASSISTANT POSTMASTER By all laws of mercy the post-master in a small town should be old and mentally near-sighted.

Jimmy Reed was young and curious.

He had even yielded to temptation once in removing a stamp on a letter from Annette Fenton to a strange suitor.

Not that he wanted to delay the letter.

He only wanted to know if she put tender messages under the stamp when she wrote to other people.
During the two years Sandy remained at the university, Jimmy handed his letters out of the post-office window to the judge once a week, following them half-way with his body to pick up the verbal crumbs of interest the judge might let fall while perusing them.