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And Tom Sawyer laughed and says: "I hope I didn't make you any trouble. I kind a heard I did. But this letter came to me from your boy, and I showed it to the postmaster, and he laughed; and so I thought I'd have a little fun, and I had it answered. You don't mind, do you, Mitchie?" And he kind of put his hand on Mitchie's head. "Oh," says Mitch, "there might be two persons with the same names."

My pa said: "This is a good place to wake up, as you'll find." And Major Abbott said: "When is waking up time?" My pa says, "Now." Then the people laughed and the jury and the Sheriff rapped for order again. "Well," said Major Abbott, "did you ever deceive anybody, Mitchie?" Mitchie tugged with his hands, and said, "Yes, sir." "You ran away to Havana and deceived your father, didn't you?"

Miller was away selling atlases, but would be home soon, maybe, or maybe not till late, and maybe not till to-morrow. All the girls cried like their hearts would break; and Mrs. Miller knelt down by the bed, and Mitch says to her, "Where's pa?" And she says, "He's comin', Mitchie." And then she choked and had to walk away. They cleared the room now pretty much, and of course Mrs.

Tom Sawyer laughed and said, "Not in this town anyway I had that letter written you, Mitchie, and I'm sorry now, since you took it in earnest. I meant no harm. There never was any boy here of that name, and no Huckleberry Finn. It was all made up, even though it does sound real and boys believe it. How'd you like to have some bologna?" He gave both of us some. Then we talked a bit and left.

Do you believe Mitchie Miller did that? Are you going to ascribe to him such devilish cunning as that? No, gentlemen, the hand that placed that pistol by the porch slipped the cartridge out first. The hand that placed that pistol there depended upon the story of three shots being fired, and in the insanity of the moment, slipped out a cartridge; and for a very good reason.

And at noon to-day I told my pa what I knew, and he prayed with me, and told me I had to testify and that I must tell the truth, and if I didn't I'd be punished, and even if I kept still, I'd be punished and here I am." "So here you are. Well, now to return a little, don't you have all kinds of visions and dreams, Mitchie?" "I do."

He held the lines and looked straight ahead. I climbed on the carriage and says, "Where's Mitch?" Just then my uncle came up to unhitch the horses. My grandpa threw him the lines and grandpa got out of the carriage. Then he said, speaking really to my uncle and not to me: "Mitchie Miller was killed this afternoon on the railroad." "Grandpa!" I cried. "Grandpa!"

"Then you did tell it before you told it here." "Yes, sir." "What made you say you'd never told it before, Mitchie?" "I thought you meant in any court." "Did you tell it to any one before you told it to the State's Attorney?" "Yes, sir." "Who?" "My pa." "When?" "This morning." "Uh, huh. And did you tell it to any one else? "No, sir." "At no time?" "No, sir."

"Just like Tom Sawyer?" "Yes, sir." "And you like it, don't you, Mitchie?" "No, sir I hate it." "You're playin' the same part Tom Sawyer played?" "I don't know." "Did you hate it when you hid the pistol and didn't tell any one?" "Yes, sir." "And did you hate it up to the time you told your father?" "Yes, sir." "And you hate it now?" "Yes, sir but it's my duty."

"And if you don't tell the truth, what will happen to you?" "I'll be punished." "How?" "By prison." "What else?" "By God." "You believe in God, do you, Mitchie?" asked my pa in a quieter voice. "I do," said Mitch. "And a hereafter." "I do." "And that you'll be punished in the hereafter if you don't tell the truth?" "That's leading, your honor," interrupted Major Abbott. "Yes," said the judge.