e rest of the term. Such
audacity, such resourcefulness had never been known. Thompson became
more popular than ever, and his re-election the following spring was
admitted to be certain.

"That Aleck Thompson 's the smartest man that is," declared one of his
delighted adherents.

Thompson himself thought so, too, and his imitation of the Judge, of
Dick Creel, and of himself in court became his most popular story.

Only the old Judge moved among the throng of tittering laymen calm,
dignified, and unsuspecting.

"If ever he gets hold of you, Aleck," said one of that worthy's
worshippers, "there 's likely to be a vacancy in the office of sheriff."

"He 'll put me in jail," laughed Aleck. "Dick Creel says he 's kind o'
doty."

IV

The Court was nearing the end of the term, _Dolittle et al. vs.
Dolittle's Executrix_, with all its witnesses and all its bitternesses,
had resulted in a mistrial, and the sister churches were wider apart
than ever. The rest of the docket was being daily disposed of.

The Sheriff was busy one day telling his story to an admiring throng on
the court-green when someone casually observed that Mrs. Dick Creel had
got off the train that morning.

The Sheriff's face changed a little.

"Where is she!"

"Waitin' in the tavern parlor."

"What is she doing here! What is she doing in there!"

"Jest a settin' and a waitin'."

"I 'spect she is waitin' for you, Aleck!" hazarded one of his friends.

There was a burst of laughter, for Squire Jefford's daughter, Mary, was
known to be "a woman of her own head."

The Sheriff laughed, too; but his laughter was not as mirthful as usual.
He made an ineffectual attempt to keep up his jollity.

"I reckon I 'll go and see Mary," he said at length.

He left the group with affected cheerfulness, but his heart was heavier
than he liked to admit. He made his way to the "ladies' parlor," as
the little sitting-room in the south wing of the rambling old tavern,
overlooking the court-green was called, and opened the door.

On one side of the wood fire, in a stiff, high-backed chair sat a young
woman, in her hat and wrap and gloves, "jest a settin' and a waitin'."
She was a well-made and comely young woman under thirty, with a ruddy
face, smooth hair and bright eyes that the Sheriff knew could both smile
and snap. Her head was well set on rather plump shoulders; her mouth was
well formed, but was now close drawn, and her chin was strong enough to
sho