Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-04-05
CHAPTER xxx.

CHAPTER xxx. !.
I; The Judge Receives q Letter.
After he had parted with Solomon
Mahai1y the Judge applied himself
diligently to shaping that miracle
working document which he was pre-
pairing assan Offset to whatever risk
he ran In meeting Fentress. AZ san
guine as hs was sanguinary he conf
IDENTIFY expected to survive the en-.
counter. yet it was we'll to provide for
q possible emergency-had he not his
grandson's future to consider? While
thus occupied he saw the afternoon
stage arrive and depart from before
the City Tavern.
Haif an hour later Mr.. Wesley, the
postmaster, came sauntering up the
street. In his hand he carried . let
ter.
"Howdy," hs drawled, from just be-
yond the judges open door.
The Judge glanced up. his quill pen
poised aloft.
Good evening. sir; won't you step
inside and be seated?" he asked gra-
ciously. His dealings with the United
States mail service were of the most
Insignificant description. and In per-
sonally delivering letter. II this was
what had brought him there, he felt
Mr.. Wesley had reached the limit of
omcial courtesy and despatch.
"Well, Sir: It looks like you'd never
told US more than two-thirds Of the
truth" said the postmaster. He sur
veyed the Judge curiously.
II am complimented BY your opin-
ion Of my veracity." responded that
gentleman promptly. II consider two
thirds an enormously high per cent.
to have achieved"
There is something in that. too"
agreed Mr.. Wesley. who is Colonel
Slocum Price Turberville?"
The Judge started up from his
chair.
81 have that honor" said he. bow.
ing.
We'll. here's q letter como in ad-
dressed like that. and as you've been
using part Of the name I am willing
to assume you're legally entitled to
the rest OF It. It clears up q point
that OF and on has troubled me con-
siderable. I can only wonder want
smarter"
What point, may ask?''
why about the time you hung out
your single here, some one wrote q
letter to General Jackson. 1t was
mailed after night, and when seen 1t
In the morning was clean beat l
couldn't locate the handwriting. and
yet I kept that letter back q couple Of
days and give it all my spare time.
1t amt that I'm one Of your spying
'sort-there's nothing Of the Yankee
about met"
Certainly not" agreed the Judge.
Candid, Judge. ! reckon you wrote
that letter. seeing this one comes un-
der frank from Washington. No. sir
II couldn't make out who was cor
responding with the president. and 1t
worried me. not knowing. more than
anything I've had to contend against
since came into once. calculate
there amt q postmaster in the United
States takes more personal interest
in the service than me. I've frequent
~ set patrons right when they was
in doubt az to the date they had
mailed such and such . letter." AS
Mr.. Wesley sometimes cancelled as
many 40 three or four stamps In
single day no might have been par
doned his pride In brain which thus
lightly dealt with the burden OF ofii-
1 cial business. He surrendered the
letter with marked reluctance.
your surmiss IL correct" said the
Judge With dignity. Il had occasion
Ito write my friend. General jackson.
and unless am greatly mistaken l
have my answer here" And with .
fine air Of indifference he tossed the
letter on the table.
And do you know Old Hickory"
cried Mr.. Wesley.
why not? Does It surprise your"
inquired the Judge. 1t was only his
innate courtesy which restrained him
from kicking the postmaster into the
street, 90 Intense was his desire to
be rid oe him.
mo. 1aon't know % it does, Judge.
NstHaily . public man like him is IN
the way Of meeting with all sorts. A
politician can't afford to be too blame
particular. Well, next time you write
you might just send him my regards
q. w. NJ. do L. Wesley's regards
there was considerable contention
over my getting this office; reckon
he amt forgot. There was speeches
made. understand the lie was passed
between two United States senators,
and that Q quid Of tobacco was
throwed In anger" Having thus clear
ly established the fact that he was .
moro or less national character. Mr.
Wesley took himself on.
When he had disappeared from
sight down the street, the judge closed
the door. Then he picked up the let
ter. For Q long minute he held It In
his hand, uncertain, fearful, while his
mind slipped back into the past until
his Inward searching vision ferreted
out Z handsome soldierly tigure-his
own.
THAT'S what Jackson remembers II
he remembers anything" he NUT
tered; as with trembling fingers he