CHAPTER XII.
THE DECISION.
THAT day, when the judge and lawyers got back from dinner, and arter Jobe and me had eat our lunch in the jury-room, they opened court agin, and the judge, lookin at me tired like, says:
“Mrs. Gaskins, the court is now ready to proceed with the case.”
“So be we, Mistur Judge,” says I.
So Congressman Richer’s lawyer got out a lot of papers and notes, and, showin them to Jobe and me, asked us if we admitted signin of them.
“Certainly we do,” says I.
So he handed them to the judge, sayin that that was all the evidence he desired to produce, and as the notes had not been paid, as stipulated in the mortgage, he asked to have the mortgage foreclosed and the property sold, and judgment for costs rendered agin the defendant.
At that he sot down.
Jobe he looked distressed.
I felt kind a gone like.