The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-06-15

YOU riding him to-day and"
The Judge-"I didn't ride him to-day"
Hammonds-"Well, l must get back to work"
The Judge cast an angry glance after Hammonds,
and thought, as looked at the judicial gentle
man. that regardless of his dignity he was thence
forward to be diamonds enemy; and afterward
learned from Henry that HAmmonds could not
have given the Judge greater affront, and that II
Hammonds should ever run for an office the Judge
would take galsome pleasure In opposing him.
at Is rather dangerous, while In an assembly OF
Kentucky gentlemen, TO criticise a horse" said
Henry when we had returned to the "real estate
Office" "for being circulating medium the horse
is likely sooner or later, to belong to some who
is present"
81 should suppose" answered, "that Judge
would think more of his dignity than of his horse"
ayes, but Biscomb Is not that sort of Judge. Tie
is more politician than lawyer, and has q higher
regard for his own prejudces than he has for the
statutes. lie is vaingorious and dissolute though
he has been seen In devotional misunderstanding
the floor, looking for poker chip. While on
the bench he frowns down on the drunkard, yet off
the bench he Is not so sober Sir Rogers foot
man indeed, no one would think of trimming a
boat with him. We can have courts OF justice
until the Judges office to be of political
preierment. BY the way, how is fathers book sell
ing2"
Very well. He does not expect any sale Tor ii
outside of Kentucky, and cannot hope for large
sale in the state. What Is the plan OF your forth
coming book?"
truth than display, more shady hooks than sun
glare, more lazy lolling than excitement. OF course
| have strong hopes for it, but authors second
book, following that has been measurably sue
eessfu carries more anxiety than his first effort,
for, having been taken probation, the author
must prove that his friends were not hasty in their
judgment OF him; and in order to prove this, his
second book must be not only good as the first,
but must be much better. With my first book |
had one decided advantage-that of a hidden iden
No hnxx p1o ho rft
ing under assumed name lends him freedom.
The bushwhacker takes better aim than the recog-
nized soldier"
"Well, must proceed. Can't you go home
with me?"
al would like TO, but the calloused hand of duty
is resting rather heavily upon me at present. I'll
come out some day and wallow in the woods with
YOU"
When within about a mile of home, met
Lucille. She ran exctedly up TO the buggy, and,
when had helped her in, she exclaimed
"Philip, you couldn't guess in hundred years
who is at the house."
al couldn't guess in that length of time it is
hardly advisable to begin"
"You haven't kissed me yet, Philip"
Now | have. Who is at the house?"
1.-THE woman that Fred married."
what 20 | exclaimed. "You joking"
"No am not. She came in a carriage about
two hours ago and is waiting to you before she
goes back. Oh, she does look 80 bad so pale and
thin. She il dying of consumption. Just give me
time to get my breath back and Pll tell you all
about it. Ever since she nursed you-wby didn't
you tell us it she2 wouldn't have been so
Jealous if you had. She has been nursing in q
hospital, trying to atone, she said, for her mis-
spent life. The doctor told her that she couldn't
live but little while, and could not,' she 'aid,
speaking to mother, bear to think of dying with
out coming here and begging for your forgivness.'
Anyone not understanding the situation would
have thought it was mother who sought forgive
ness She wept as have seen her weep before,
and, bringing the easiest chair for the poor woman
compelled her to sit in It. Then she brought q
pillow, and at the sight of such attention the
woman burst into tears. Everybody has forgiven
her-Uncle Buck took her hand and cried, Fred
wept and the tears rolled down fathers cheeks
To hear her voice, and to know that she is dying,