Old Mayberry dragged the Blue Rock man
out of bed ami rolled over tho floor with him,
pounding him all tho time. Then ho got his
knife, and, planting his knees on his enemy's
breast, he said:
“I’ll just cut your blasted throat and settle
this business.”
Tho ex-postmaster commenced begging.
“It. was twenty-eight years ago,” he said,-
“Great Goddiemighty, man, do you want to
kill a man for a little thing like ‘.hat. I’m an
old man now, and I have a family. I'm sorry
I wrote the letter. I wouldn’t do it now.”
Ohl Mayberry turned him loose and struck a
light.
“Will you write an apology?” he asked.
“Os course I will,” was tiie answer of tha
half dead delegate.
Tho lawyer pulled a note book from his coat
pocket, and handed it to the postmaster. Ho
then dictated tho apology aud the other wrote
it down.
“Now,” said Mayberry, “wind up with some
thing about recognizing me as a perfect gen
tleman, of great forbearance and courteous
manners,”
The postmaster groaned, but wrote it down.
“Now sign it,” commanded Mayberry.
This was done and the old lawyer pocketed
the document.
“Now,” said he calmly, “you take your duds
and get out of this room. 1 am going to have
it to myself.”
***
As the postmaster, with his clothes on his
arm, slunk through tho door, Mayberry hoard
him mutter:
“Great Gothllemighty! It was twenty-eight
years ago. What a memory that man has!”
OM Mayberry gave a chuckle, and jumped
into bed. In ten minutes lio was sleeping the
quiet peaceful sleep of an infant.
The Mexican Vampire..
From the New Orleans Picayune.
