a facetious note; "it is a mandate of the Scripture."
"I am not concerned about the dead," replied Abner. "The dead are in God's hands. It is the living who concern me."
"Then," cried the Justice, "you should forgive the brother who takes."
"And I shall forgive him," replied Abner, "when he returns what he has taken."
"Returns what he has taken!" Randolph laughed. "Why, Abner, the devil could not filch a coin out of the clutches of old Benton Wolf."
"The devil," said my uncle, "is not an authority that I depend on."
"A miracle of Heaven, then," said the Justice. "But, alas, it is not the age of miracles."
"Perhaps," replied Abner, his voice descending into a deeper tone, "but I am not so certain."
They had come now to where the girl stood, her back against the black shoulder of the horse. The morning air moved the yellow leaves about her feet. She darted out to meet them, her face aglow.
"Damme!" cried Randolph. "William of Avon knew only witches of the second order! How do you do, Julia? I have hardly seen you since you were no taller than my stick, and told me that your name was 'Pete-George,' and that you were a circus-horse, and offered to do tricks for me."
A shadow crossed the girl's face.
"I remember," she said, "it was up there on the porch!"
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