300 JOHNSONHAM, JUNIOR
the men forgot themselves and went into the
fight in dead earnest. It was a hard-fought
battle. Both rolled in the dust, caught at each
other's short hair, pummeled, bit and swore.
They were still rolling and tumbling when their
wives, apprised of the goings on, appeared upon
the scene and marched them home.
After that, because they were men, they kept a sullen silence between them, but Matilda and Martha, because they were women, had much to say to cach other, and many unpleasant epithets to hurl and hurl again across the two yards that intervened between them. Finally, neither little family spoke to the other. And then, one day, there was a great bustle about Jim’s house. A wise old woman went waddling in, and later the doctor came. That night the proud husband and father was treating his friends, and telling them it was a boy, and his name was to be James Johnsonham, Junior.
For a week Jim was irregular and unsteady in his habits, when one night, full of gin and pride, he staggered up to a crowd which was surround- ing his rival, and said in a loud voice, ‘‘ James Johnsonham, Junior—how does that strike you ?”
“« Any bettah than Isaac Johnson, Junior?” asked
