The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-01-18

estly and promtly that the crowd shouted
with laughter. Even Mr.. Tfdwell Joined
in with the rest.
Gus is purity good lawyer" said MT.
Sanders lifting his voice q little to make
sure that 5iIas Tomiin would hear every
syllable Of what he intended to say. but
he'll never be at his best till he finds
out that the Constitution. like the Bible.
can be translated to suit the idees Of
any party or any crank. Howsomever.
between us boys an gals. an not ainlin'
for II to 50 any furder. there's a lawyer
In this town today--an' maybe he'll be
here tomorrow-who knows more about
the law in one minnit than Gus could
tell you in day and half
els that 80? What Is the gentleman'a
Manner asked Mr.. Tidwell.
Judge Albert vsrdeman." replied Mr..
Sanders. Hes been at Mrs. Claiborne's
all day; I reckon she's gittin' him to ten
to some law business for her. They's
some kinder kinnery betwixt 'em. His
mammy's cat ketched rat In her gran
mammy's smokehouse reckon"
At the mention Of Mrs. Claibornes
name. silas Tomlin opened his eyes and
increased his legs. This movement caus-
ed him to lose his balance, and his chair
fell with a sharp bang.
What sort Of a dream did you have,
silasf" Mr.. Sanders inquired with af-
fected solicitude. You'd better watch
out; Dock Dorrin'ton says that when a
man gifts bald-headed, it's sign that his
bones 10 as brittle as glass;
Don't worry about me, Sanders" re-
piled Silas. He tried TO smile.
FOR q woman with grown daughter .
remarked Mr.. Tidwell. speaking his
thoughts aloud, az was his nabit. MRS
Claiborne 10 well personal---very. well pre-
served
why. she's not only preserved, she's
the preserves an and the preserver," Mr..
Sanders declared. ITO look in her eye
an watch her thoughts sparxlin' like
FIRE. to watch her movements, an hear
her laugh. not only makes Teller young
again, but makes him glad he's a-livin'
And that gal of her n-well, she's q
thoroughbred.
Mr.. Sanders paused moment. :. and
then turned to Silas Tomlin. .'slias, ]
think Paul lie Akin for to do you proud.
AS come along jest now, him an jimmy
Claiborne was waikin' mighty close to-
gether. An they didn't look like they
was In much of q hurry
Silas Tomlin sat bolt-upright in his
chair, his eyes half-shut, and his thin
lips working nervously. paul knows
which side his bread IL buttered on"
he snapped out.
When the loungers began to dispense,
Mr.. Silas Tomlin called to Lawyer lid
well, and the two walked along together.
Gus" said Silas, somewhat nervously,
Il want to put case to you. It's pure
ly imaginary. and has probably never
happened in the history OF the world"
You mean what we lawyers call a
hypothetical case remarked Mr.. Tidweli,
In a tone that suggested specious and a
tolerant mind.
Precisely" replied Mr.. sIlas Tomlin,
with some eagerness. Il was readin' a
tale in an old copy Of Blackwood's Mag
azine the other day, an the whole busl-
ness turned on just such case. The sum
and substance of 1t was about this: A
man marries woman and they get along
together all right tor a while. Then, all
OF sudden, she takes a mortal dislike
to the man, screams like mad when he
goes about her. and kicks up generally
when his name is mentioned. He, being
a man of spirit. finally leaves her in dis
gust Finally her folks send him word
that she Is dead. On the strength OF that
Information he marries again, after so
long time. All goes well for eighteen
or twenty years, and then suddenly the
first wife turns up. Now what, in law, is
the mans status. Where does ne stand ?
Is this woman really mis- wife?'
why, certainly" replied Mr.. Tidwell.
His second marriage Is no marriage at
all. Tho issue Of such marriage is lille
climate"
That's just what 1 thought" COM
mented Silas Tomlin. 'tBut in the tale.
when the woman comes back, and puts
In her claim, the judge fiings her case out
OF court"
That was in England" Mr., Tidwell
suggested.
'or scotland-I forget which," sllas re-
piled.
We'll, 1t isn't the law over here" Mr..
Tidwell declared confidently. They walked
on little way. when the lawyer suddenly
turned to Silas and said: Mr.. Tomlin,
will you fetch that magazine In tomor-
row? | want TO see the ground on which
the woman's case was thrown out. It's
interesting even If It is all fiction. Per-
haps there was some technicality."
IAN right, Gus; Ill fetch 1t In tomor-
row." 81
Go be Continued next Sunday