Sally took up the Barker theme. 

 "Now he is a flourishing attorney, 

 one day in the week in his office. 

 This morning in overalls and a 

 flannel shirt he was a hard-working 

 farmer. Has a ranch fifty miles 

 below here, you say? His trousers 

 are over his boots and he has a cigar 

 instead of a quid in his mouth. 

 These afe the final touches. The 

 butterfly has burst forth." 



"More like a magpie. Wait till 

 you hear him this afternoon." Nim- 

 rod looked at his watch. It was 

 nearing two o'clock. Hiram Barker, 

 attorney-at-law, on seeing the group 

 changed his course and bowing cere- 

 moniously to the ladies addressed 

 his client. 



"I see the jedge is makin' for the 

 court room and Mister Dean is 

 waitin' for him on the steps. He 

 ain't got no call to be friendly with 

 the jedge jest now." Then giving 

 himself a little mental shake he 

 slipped out of his Western vernacular 

 as he had out of his rancher's 

 clothes, and his speech became as 

 ready made as his attire. 



"Shall we proceed to the court 



