“Well, I do care, sir,” he said, hoarsely, nevertheless, “since you seen fit to cut that moonshinin’ lay, And as to cribs——”
“Molly” said Richard, “there’s papa calling.”
A MARTYR TO CONSCIENCE
“I have nothing to do with your scruples,” said the magistrate; “the law is the law, and I am here to administer it.”
Mr. Plumley licked his hand, and stolidly smoothing down his black hair with it, answered, as if at a distance, being a well-fed, unctuous man, “too full for sound and foam,” “I’m a conscientious objector.”
“Passive resister!” corrected a friend, a little eager man, among the audience near him.
“Eh?” said Mr. Plumley immovably, and without a glance in the direction of the voice, “I said passive resister, didn’t I?”
“Whether you said it or not,” answered the magistrate sharply, “you look it. I make an order against you for the amount.”
“As man to man——” began Mr. Plumley.
“Not in the least,” said the magistrate; “as debtor to creditor. Stand down.”