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 but tow'd de last dey wuz er dozen. Six un 'em wuz er beatin' me on de head at de same time, three er four wuz er settin' on top er me, two had me by the throat an' de res' un 'em wuz er steady kickin' me in de stummick. Dey'd er had me sho' by dis time ef I hadn't kotch my breaf an' holler'd."

"And who helped you?"

"Mr. Steve Hoyle wuz dar ter see Miss Stella an' he run in an' pulled 'em off." Whenoff. When [sic] I lit out for home I wuz er sight sho nuff. I hear Miss Stella come up ter Mr. Steve an' bust out laffin' fit ter kill herself."

"And you don't know what became of the note?"

"Yassah! cose sah! dey tuck hit away fum me and tore it up—dat's what I fit 'em 'bout—yassah!"

John's face was white with rage. He sent Alfred home, sat down at his desk, and drew out the papers he had laid aside. The Judge had won. He had covered him with infamy in the eyes of his beautiful daughter and had dared to perpetrate this infamous outrage. He couldn't understand Aunt Julie Ann's part in the row, but the evidence of Alfred's plight could not be mistaken.

For three hours with stern set face he worked completing the case of Graham vs. Butler. At four o'clock he had entered the suit and an officer served the papers on the astonished Judge.