here he presented the order of
the Court and then left him.

Things went very well with his humble client for a certain time, and
Uncle Bobby was thought to be well disposed of, when one day he came to
his friend again. It appeared that only recently he had been changed
about in his quarters at the infirmary and put into a room with a
slightly demented individual, whose nocturnal wanderings greatly
disturbed his very necessary sleep.

"I want to know if you won't have them put me by myself, Mr. White," he
concluded. "I need my sleep. But they say they can't do it without an
order."

Once more the old patriarch led his charge before the Court, then
sitting, as it happened, and breaking in upon the general proceedings as
before, began:

"Your Honor, this man here, Mr. Moore, whom I brought before you some
time ago, has been comfortably housed by your order, and he's deeply
grateful for it, as he will tell you, and as I can, but he's an old man,
your Honor, and, above all things, needs his rest. Now, of late they've
been quartering him with a poor, demented sufferer down there who walks
a good deal in his sleep, and it wears upon him. I've come here with him
to ask you to allow him to have a room by himself, where he will be
alone and rest undisturbed."

"Very well, Mr. White," said the Court, "it shall be as you request."

Without replying, the old gentleman turned and led the supplicant away.

Everything went peacefully now for a number of years, until finally
Uncle Bobby, having grown so feeble with age that he feared he was soon
to die, came to his friend and asked him to promise him one thing.

"What is it?" asked the latter.

By way of replying, the supplicant described an old oak tree which grew
in the yard of the Baptist Church some miles from Danville, and said:

"I want you to promise that when I am dead, wherever I happen to be at
the time, that you will see that I am buried under that tree." He gave
no particular reason save that he had always liked the tree and the view
it commanded, but made his request a very secret matter and begged to be
assured that Mr. White would come and get his body and carry it to the
old oak.

The latter, always a respecter of the peculiarities and crotchets of his
friends, promised. After a few years went by, suddenly one day he
learned that Uncle Bobby was not only dead but buried, a thing which
astonished him greatly. No one locally being supposed to know that he
wa