diggin's. I'm goin' some place whar I ken learn to be the gentleman I
feel like bein'--to be decent an' honest, an' useful, an' there ain't
anybody here that keers to help a feller that way--nobody."

The ancestor of the Browns of Middle Bethany was at Lexington on that
memorable morning in '75, and all of his promptness and his courage, ten
times multiplied, swelled the heart of his trembling little descendant,
as she faltered out:

"There's one."

"Who?" asked Toledo, before he could raise his eyes.

But though Miss Brown answered not a word, he did not repeat his
question, for such a rare crimson came into the little teacher's face,
that he hid it away in his breast, and acted as if he would never let it
out again.

Another knock at the door.

Toledo dropped into a chair, and Miss Brown, hastily smoothing back her
hair, opened the door, and again saw the judge.

"I jest dropped back to say--" commenced the judge, when his eye fell
upon Toledo.

He darted a quick glance at the teacher, comprehended the situation at
once, and with a loud shout of "Out of his misery, by thunder!" started
on a run to carry the news to the saloon.