he Jedge?"

"All in this district, I should think, are under the jurisdiction of his
court."

"I reckon the Jedge is putty hard on folks that makes what they call
wild-cat liquor."

"Extremely so, Mr. Starbuck. He sends them all to the penitentiary."

"I don't reckon he knows that a man may make liquor and yit have some
little jestice on his side."

"My brother can see no justice in a violation of the law."

The old man was silent for a few moments and then he asked: "Do he have
the app'intment of the deputy marshals?"

"I don't know as to that. I suppose, however, that the Marshal appoints
his own deputies. Do you want someone appointed?"

"Me? Oh, no," and walking off he added to himself: "It's someone I don't
want app'inted. That's the question with me." Margaret came in and he
inquired if dinner were nearly ready.

"As soon as the co'n pone's done," she answered, and he swore that he
was as hungry as a bear in the spring of the year. The old negro mammy
came to the door and with a peculiar softness which ever characterized
his voice when speaking to her, he bade her come in. "Set down," he
said, bringing a chair for her. "You look monst'us tired. Now, jest rock
yo'se'f thar an' putty soon you'll git rested."

"Thank you, Mars Jasper. An' I hopes you's all well, bof in de flesh an'
in de sight o' de Lawd."

"Ah, mammy," said the old man, "you never forgit the Lawd, do you?"

"How kin I, Mars Jasper, w'en I so close ter Him. An' Marster, dis is my
birfday."

"Is that so? And how old air you to-day, mammy?"

"I doan hardly know, but I's eider eighty-fo' ur eighty-six."

"An' nobody's life could have been given mo' away in love to others."

"I hopes dat my soul is white, Mars Jasper."

"As white as a lamb, washed in the dew."

"Thank you, Mars Jasper, fur I ain't gwine be yere much longer, fur I's
er gwine home. De road has been long an' I's almos' wore out, but I'll
git home atter while, an' when I does, I gwine tell de Lawd erbout de
folks down yere."

Tom and Lou came from the spring house, carrying a small jar, and the
old man exclaimed: "Why, it must be heavy." His wife knew that he was
charicaturing her and she stood contemptuous, with arms folded, as he
sprang forward to assist the two "youngsters." "Let me help you," and
pretending to stagger under a great weight, he took the jar and with
great apparent difficulty put it on the table.

"Jasper," said his wife, "I wouldn't make light of i