He managed to get into all the lodges, right after the war when they were reorganized, and he sits up with the sick, and is pall-bearer--regular professional pall-bearer, and I don't doubt gets a commission for selling coffins from Livingston." Ward rose from the table his full six feet and put his hands in his pocket and stretched his legs as he added, "And when you think how many Bemises in the first, second, or third degree there are in this government, you wonder if the Democrats weren't right when they declared the war was a failure." The general spoke as he did to John partly in anger and partly because he thought the youth needed the lesson he was trying to implant.

"You know, Martin," explained the general, a few days later, to Colonel Culpepper, "John has come home a Barclay--not a Barclay of his father's stripe.

He has taken back, as they say.

It's old Abijah--with the mouth and jaw of a wolf.

I caught him palavering with a juror the other day while we had a case trying." The colonel rested his hands on his knees a moment in meditation and smiled as he replied: "Still, there's his mother, General.