The squire come in at that time and stopped the argament between Jobe and me.
The case was begun.
The fust witness for our side was Sam Moore, editure of the Times. I questioned him.
Question. “What is your bizness, Mr. Moore?”
Answer. “Editure and polertician,” says he.
Q. “Do you believe in the free coinage of silver?”
A. “If we can git it inside the Dimicratic party, I do. If we cannot, I do not.”
Q. “Mr. Moore, is a treasury certificate issued by the United States treasury money?”
A. “Well, now, Betsy, I—I—that is, I am not prepared to answer that question at this time. Cal Bri——”
“Hold! hold!” cried Lawyer Jim Patrick, jumpin to his feet. (Patrick is Billot’s lawyer.) Gittin red in the face and pintin his finger at Sam, says he: