Our first business in the morning 

 was to secure counsel, one Hiram 

 Barker. Our second, to seek with 

 a purpose the county newspaper 

 office; but news was scarce, it was 

 too good a story and the editor, who 

 was also owner as well as printer and 

 devil, smiled at us deprecatingly 

 and wrote and wrote and wrote, 

 creating a wonderful fabric with 

 enough woof of truth to make it 

 hold together. Wizard Fantail, are 

 you not yet avenged? 



As we were walking down the main 

 street in the brilliant shimmering 

 sunshine, Sally exclaimed: "Oh, 

 look! isn't that Mr. Barker with a 

 new suit on, 'ready made' from Chi- 

 cago and a b'iled shirt?" 



"Yes," Nimrod affirmed. "They 

 say that he always gets a new suit 

 of clothes when he is retained on a 

 case. The boys call it his law suit. 

 We left him in Swan's Emporium an 

 hour ago when Mrs. Nimrod acquired 

 the affair she is wearing that makes 

 her look like a peony! " This was a 

 thoroughly reproachable shirtwaist of 

 shrimp pink flannel ; mine was in tat- 

 ters and the luggage fifty miles away. 



