cow, struggling to her feet, had thrown horse
and rider over the bank. The rider was unhurt, but the horse's right
foreleg was broken.

"Damn you, Elhannon, why don't you and your wife sleep out in the middle
of the road, too. You will certainly pay for that horse and my wetting.
I am too old to fight you, but I will law you in Squire Ingram's court."

"All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar."

"And if I lose thar, I'll take it to the Circuit Court."

"All right, Sim Saylor, I'll be thar."

"And if I lose in the Circuit Court, I'll take it to the Court of
Appeals."

"All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar."

"And if I lose in the Court of Appeals, I'll take it to hell, the next
place."

"All right, Sim Saylor, I won't be thar, but my lawyer will. Keep on
your shirt, Sim, and come into the house. The old woman can make you
comfortable for the night."

They went to the house and Mr. Saylor took off his wet clothes and went
to bed. When he awoke the next morning they hung on a chair, dry and
nicely cleaned; there was even a fashionable crease down the trouser
legs. Elhannon's dude son had pressed them for him.

As he and Elhannon sat at breakfast they talked about the bees and the
old Southdown ram which several years before had been gathered to his
fathers, leaving several noble scions behind.

When breakfast was over Elhannon's boy, the dude, drove up in front of
the house in a buckboard, and Saylor climbed in beside him. As the boy
started off Elhannon called: "Look here, dood, don't drive that horse
over any cows in the road."

Old man Saylor laughed and called back: "You and I are too old to law;
you settle with old man Samuels for his horse and we'll call it square.
You and the old woman come down to the fair and stop with us."

"All right, Sim Saylor; I'll be thar; so long and good luck."

PART II.

Seeing Italy at Mrs. O'Flannagan's Expense.

CHAPTER I.

Mrs. O'Flannagan lived in Limerick, the Irish colony of Louisville. Her
husband, a policeman under the Grainger administration, was "doped by a
friend" and, being found in a stupor, was fired by the Board of Public
Safety. His friend's brother inherited the beat and the Tenth-street or
side door of the saloon at ---- West Green Street, swung more loosely of
hinge on Sunday than formerly.

Some days after his dismissal O'Flannagan, passing the cart of a
hot-tamale man at the entrance to the ball park, became involved in an
argum