The Prodigal Judge by Vaughan Kester
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folks air strangers, but we don't know nothing agin them--"
"And we don't know nothing in their favor," Uncle Sammy interjected. "Dave's grandfather came here from Virginia about fifty years back and settled near Scratch Hill--" "We never knowed why he left Virginia or why he came here," said Uncle Sammy, and knowing what local feeling was, was sure he had shot a telling bolt. "Then, about twenty-five years ago Dave's father pulled up and went to Fayetteville. Nobody ever knowed why--and I don't remember that he ever offered any explanation--" continued the squire. "He didn't--he just left," said Uncle Sammy. "Consequently," pursued the squire, somewhat vindictively, "we ain't had any time in which to form an opinion of the Blounts; but for myself, I'm suspicious of folks that keep movin' about and who don't seem able to get located permanent nowheres, who air here to-day and away tomorrow. But you can't say that of the Yancys. They air an old family in the country, and naturally this co't feels obliged to accept a Yancy's word before the word of a stranger. And in view of the fact that the defendant did not seek litigation, but was perfectly satisfied to let matters rest where they was, it is right and just that all costs should fall on the plaintiff." |
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