To-day we go on higher up the mountains
where we can stand on tip-toe (auntie's idea) and
touch the honey-moon. She and Jim ain't with us at
present, having gone over to his preaching
grounds, fifteen miles from here. We are in a
little town that looks like stage scenery. Haven't
seen but one fellow that looked like he could box.
If my wife don't object, I may try him a few
rounds. If I can get within range I may draw on
you, as I am about broke. Yours, Tom.'"
The Judge slowly folded the letter, and putting it into his pocket,
remarked: "The rascal doesn't even tell her name."
"Well," smilingly replied the Marshal, "her name is Elliott now, you
know."
"Yes," the Judge mused, "so it would seem. Draw on me if he gets within
range. Oh, he'll get the range all right. I have never known him to
fail."
"By the way, Judge, have you decided to take up the case of that old man
Starbuck to-day? He is in there, ready."
"Yes. I have heard that he was a gallant soldier in the Union army, and
I have decided to examine him here in chambers.
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