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Foster, take this boy out." Foster came forward and Mose seized his hand as if meeting an old acquaintance after the lapse of many years. The Judge spoke to Laz: "When you go in under oath you'll have to be more careful. Your drollery might send you to jail. You may go now." As Laz turned to go he spied on the Judge's desk a fancifully wrought ink-stand.

"Well, no tellin' what's goin' to happen when a feller gits to thinkin'. What's the matter with yo' coat-tail?" "Was a settin' on a stump, drapped off to sleep an' the calf chawed it." "I do wish you two would hush yo' foolishness," said Margaret. "How's yo' mother, Laz." "Give her some interestin' news, Laz," said Starbuck. "Tell her the old lady ain't expected to live."

I wish to save him every possible humiliation. And I don't know but it might be well to examine those witnesses here, informally. Mr. Foster, bring in those witnesses." Foster opened the door, stepped out into the corridor, and with a motion of his hand, commanded: "This way, you two." And into the room came Laz and Mose.

Taking up the jug and the cup Starbuck, approaching his visitor, inquired: "Have a sneeze, Laz?" The young fellow did not look round; he saw neither the jug nor the cup, but he knew what was meant, and with a slight change of countenance as he arose, he replied: "Ain't snoze ter-day." Jasper gave him the cup, raised the jug and said: "Shout when you've got enough."

The old solar deity is completely overshadowed by the terrible ruler of the lower world. It is due to this that the real consort of the local Nergal, the goddess Laz, is rarely mentioned in the religious literature. The priests, when they spoke of Nergal, had in mind always the companionship with Allatu.

Margaret began to cough and Jasper ducked down behind the wagon. Lou blushed until her cheeks were as red as the ribbon on her hat. "I git along well with ever'body," she said. "You embarrass us, Mr. Spencer," Tom spoke up, red as the breast of a robin. "That so?" replied Laz. "Wall, Mister, ef you don't want to be jolted don't try to jolt me." "I beg your pardon, sir, if "

Corinne, "at laz' the manuscrip'!" and Mlle. Yvonne echoed, with a queer guilt in her gayety: "The manuscrip'! the myzteriouz manuscrip'!" But there the gate bell sounded and she sprang to her feet. Cupid could answer it, but some one must be indoors to greet the caller. "Yes, you, Yvonne," the elder sister said, and Aline added: "We'll not read till you return." "Ah, yes, yes! Read without me!"

"I wouldn't change a word of it," she said, and he thanked her. "Jasper," said Laz, "I didn't know you could write." "Wall," the old man drawled, "I kain't write as putty as the county clerk, but I kin write as big. So you like it, ma'm?" "Yes, Uncle Jasper." "Wall," said he, looking at his work, "it's the truth, an' thar ain't nuthin' skeercer than truth on grave-yard rocks."

The road dipped down, turned, and they drove upon a ferry-boat, a mere platform of rude plank and propelled by two gaunt men. On the other shore they drove along still keeping close to the river. A country boy hailed them, but without heeding him Kintchin remarked: "Dat's Laz Spencer, an' he takin' dat meal bag home somewhar ter borry suthin' else.

"Don't see nuthin' else you want to borry, do you, Laz?" "Nuthin' I can use. Good-day." Margaret stood near the window, meditating. "Now, let me see." "Want to know whar we was when he broke in?" Jasper asked, and she gave him a pathetic look. "I wan't a thinkin' about that." "Glad to hear it. Look here, it's a gittin' so a man can't set down and quarrel with his wife in peace.