The Elder arrived the next morning, and after being greeted by the family, with Glavis, went at once to a white attorney. They laid the case before him.
"And so you are sued for ten thousand dollars," said the attorney, "and by your son-in-law?"
"It seems that way," replied the Elder. "And to me it looks like a joke."
"How so?"
"Did you ever know a Negro preacher that was worth such an amount?"
The attorney shared the obvious joke with his prospective client and Glavis, and then took on a rather serious expression.
"And you are not worth ten thousand?"
"Lord, no!"
The other bit the cigar he held between his teeth, got up and brought a statute from among his many volumes, glanced through it, and stopped at a page and read it.
He returned the book to its place and came back and sat down.