like your opinion in this case. Please step this way."

The Judge moved over and made room on the bench, which Mr. S———s occupied, and proceeded to give his opinion on the mooted question. The bar sat smiling in expectation.

"Keep your seat, Mr. S———s, while I speak a word with my friend Parks."

Uncle Abe it was who had been interrupted, so he resumed:

"May it please the Court, I had some doubt on this point myself, so I borrowed the usual manual of Postal Law, to be perfectly assured. I regret to contend that the clear letter of the law conflicts—sadly conflicts—with the view just taken by Judge S———s;" but here the bar indulged in a quiet "smile" without a stick in it, and it just popped into Mr. S———'s head, that he was out of place, and he skedaddled in haste.

"The largest pussie Judge that sat on our bench," remarked Will Wyatt. From that day to this, Mr. S———s, has never lost the title he so suddenly gained.