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"ACCORDING TO LAW"
By Mildred Caroline Goodridge.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"You high-handed" rascals!" storm
ed John Marsh.' "If I was only able
to get on myCeetI'd make you suf
fer!" Writhing in his invalid- chair and
shaking his crutch through the open
window at the two lo-il constables
. "Y'ou High-Handed Rascals:"
who were leading away with a rope
a beautiful collie, dog, the old man
seemed on the verge of a fit.
It was a sad irony of fate that John
Marsh, the confirmed litigant, the wil
ful tyro, should be helpless and at the
nercy of two subordinate minions of
he law. Helplessly raving after them
.e saw the petty officials disappear
..rom" sight, and cowered' down with
a bitter curse amid a new and appall
ing loneliness and misery.
"Pretty, hard on the old man to
have to srivo in to the law," observed
one of the constables.
"Huh! If he was well and about
he'd carry the cise to . the supreme
court and beat us out, if it took years
and a fortune to do it."
"I don't fancy getting his ill will
along of this dog of his."
"Neither do I, and outside of that I
hate to shoot the poor animal." ,
"Duty is duty and orders is orders,"
rejoined the first speaker. "We'll take
Jackzie over by the river and dispatch
him and end' the matter."
This had happened: A mean-souled
traveling salesman had passed the
Marsh house, ventured to enter the
yard and appropriate some apples.
.Loyal Jackzie, ever on the alert, made
a dash for the intruder, nearly tore
Ms coat from his back and left the
scars of conflict on the body of the
frightened stranger. The latter com
plained. Marsh could not get to court
to testify and poor, faithful Jackzie
was sentenced to execution.
It was not until the sole companion
of his later years in the dreary old
home was gone that John Marsh real
ized his utter wretchedness. And, be
sides Jackzie, he realized he had no
friend in the wide world. Then, too,
the thought that the law, his favorite,
Tamiliar weapon, should be turned -against
him, fairly maddened' him.
For years he had kept the com
munity in hot water with his disputes
and lawsuits. Why, even now, amid
his wretchedness, the confirmed old
litigant experienced a thrill of pride
is he recalled the Barton case. Ah,
there was a suit with a vengeance!
Robert Barton had defied him in a
trivial matter and Marsh had set
about it to get his revenge. For over
five years the legal squabble had
dragged its slow and costly length
through court after court and had
tied up the Barton property.
"I hate those Bartons like poison!"
Marsh had declared oil many occa
sions, and he thought they were
mean when they were only meek, and