The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-11-18
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| what point, may | Ask
why. about the time YOU hung out
your shingle here. some one wrote a
letter to General aJckson. II was
mailed after night, and when | seen
il in the morning was clean beat.
| couldn't locate the handwriting. and
yet | kept that letter back couple
OF days and give II all my spare time.
II amt that I'm one OF your spying
sort--there's nothing OF the Yankee
about me-"
Certainty not" agreed the Judge.
Candid. Judge. | reckon you wrote
that letter. seeing this one comes
under frank from Washington. No.
sir-I couldn't make ont who was
corresponding with the president, and
IL worried me. not knowing. more
than anything I've had TO contend
against since | came into office.
calculate there amt postmaster In
the United States takes more per-
sonal interest in the service than me.
I've frequently set patrons right when
they was In doubt rs TO the date they
had mailed such and such a letter.
AS Mr.. Wesley sometimes cancelled as
many as three or four stamps in a
single day he might have been par
doned his pride in a brain wiv-h thus
lightly dealt with the burden OF Off
cial business He surrendered the
| letter with marked reluctance
Your surmise is correct" said the
| Judge with dignity. II had occasion
| TO write my friend. General Jackson,
and unless am greatly mistaken
| have my answer here" And with n
| fine air OF Indifference he tossed the
letter on the table.
And do you know Old Hickory
! cried Mr. Wesley.
why not? Does IL surprise YOU?
I INQUIRED the Judge II was only his
/ inante courtesy which restrained him
from kicking the postmaster into the
street. so intense was his desire 10
be rid OF him.
no. | don't know as II does, Judge.
/ Naturally a public man like him Is In
the way Of meeting with all sorts.
politician can't AFFORD to be too blame
particular Well. next time you write
/ you might just send him my regards
4 &C. w. NJ. de l.. Wesley's regards
there was considerable contention
+, over my getting this office. I reckon
he amt forgot There was speeches
made. understand the lie was passed
/, between two United States senators.
! and that a quid of tobacco was
/ throwed in anger" Having thus clear
ly established the fact that he was
a more or less national character. Mr..
Wesley took himself off.
When he had disappeared from
sight down the street, the Judge closed
the door Then he picked up the let
ter. For a long minute he held II In
his hand, uncertain, fearful, while his
mind slipped back into the past until
his inward searching vision ferreted
out a handsome soldierly figure-his
own.
That's what Jackson remembers II
he remembers anything" he NUT
tered as with trembling fingers he
broke the seal Almost instantly a
smile overspread his battered fea'
lures. He hitched his chtn higher
and squared his ponderous shoulders.
Il am not forgotten-no. damn It
no." he exuIted under his breath. RE
calls me with sincere esteem and con
sders my services to the country as
we'll worthy OF recognition the
Judge breathed deep. What would
Mahaffy find TO say now! Certainly
this was we'll calculated to disturb
the sour cynicism OF his friend. His
bleared eyes brimmed. After all his
cropping ne had touched hands with
the realities at last. Even a federal
judgeship, though not an ONCE OF
first repute in the south, had It's dig
nity-it signified something. He
would make Solomon his clerk. The
Judge reached for his hat Mahaffy
must kno wat ono that fortune had
mended for them. Why, at that mo-
ment he was actually in receipt OF an
income,
He sat down, the better to enjoy
the unique sensation. Taxes are be
ing levied and collected with no other
end in view than his stipend-his ar
dent fancy saw the whole machinery
OF government in operation for his
benefit II was singular feeling he
experienced. Then promptly his
spendthrift brain became active. He
needed clothes-so did Mahafy-so
did his grandson; they must take a
larger house; he would buy himself a
man servant. these were pressing
necessities as he now Viewed them.
Once again he reached for his hat /;
the desire 10 rush off TO Belle Plain
was overmastering.
II reckon I'd be justified in hiring
4 conveyance from Pegloe," he
thought, but just here he had a saw