‘l’-a-i-d you? Paid you for what,
I’d like to know?
‘For professional advice.
‘Why, you don’t mean to say, Judge,
that you are going to make me pay
for your telling me that I can’t prose
cute that fellow, do you? You don’t
mean that surely.
‘Certainly I do.
‘Well, all 1 have got to say is, that
I'll see you to thunder fir-t! How
much do you charge for that eh?
‘I ll tell you what ] charge for it,’
said the Judge, slowly lifting his hoe.
‘Either pay me my fee, oi I’ll give
you such a mauling as you never had
in your life. Take your choice, and be
quick about it too.
Mr. Tarbox looked at the house, and
then at the Judge. Tiierc was no
mistaking either the determination
of the Judge’s eye nor the strength of
the Judge’s hoe handle.
‘Well, if 1 mu‘t, I suppose I must,’
said he at length. ‘What’s your
charge?
‘Two dollars.
‘Two dollars! Thunder and light
ning, Judge; you are too had! too had!
that's a tact. I thought you did’nt
charge any thing for law bu-iness
now-a-days.
‘But, two dollars, Judge!—is’r.t that
rather high?
‘Not a cent less,’ said the Judge;,
‘either that or the hoe handle. Take
your choice.
‘Well,blast ycu! take it, then!* said
Mr. Tarbox, hauling out of a dirty
pocket'book a dirty fnc.
‘W ry good.’ said the Judge; ‘Phe
nix I’arik, five dollars. All right, here
is your chance. Youm>y go now.
And Mr. Tarbox did go. He ■■top
ped, though, after going a lew steps,
for he heard the Judge calling after
him.
‘Well, what’s wanting now, I'd like
to know?’ snarled he.
