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Moran was a Republican, but bore letters from Colonel Foley to Mr. Pepper." Judge Gardees then said, "That's not my kind of a Republican, with proper respect for the gentleman.”

At the outset of this diatribe Moran flushed violently, and during its progress changed his color alternately from red to white, but now that the carpet-bagger had sneered at his Republicanism, he lost all control, and craning his neck forward till the froth of his passionate breath fell on the judge's stumpy beard, he hissed out rather than said, “I thank God I am not your sort of a Republican. You are the villain who imprisoned two women witnesses in Octon county for a contempt of your contemptible court. I believe now what has been told on you, that you are a pardoned felon from the New York penitentiary."

The carpet-bagger was about to retort when Lollamead threw his stalwart arm around the chest of that lithe functionary of reconstruction justice, and swung his body into the adjacent law-room, cursing him roundly as a fool, and for making himself ridiculous, and for "not knowing that the young fellow was a Republican-one of our best men." Mr. Pepper, meanwhile, was as cool as a cucumber, and begged Mr. Moran to be seated, cheerfully acceding at the same time to the young fellow's protestations, that Colonel Foley was his friend and a gentleman, and that no one should say or insinuate to the contrary in his presence. Anderson rather enjoyed "the young fellow's coming back so lively at Gardees," so he said when Lollamead and his prisoner were out of sight and out of hearing, for the general had not only pulled the judge into the law-room, but also into the bank-room proper.

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Rowton frankly wished to see "Gardees put down. too d-d conceited. He wants all of us to take back seats when he's about. A recommendation for township constable can't go in without his passing on it," and more words of the same spirit which reconciled Moran much to his new company, and made him feel very foolishly heroic. But Maloney was decidedly on the side of the judge, though he said not a word. A sideglance of Moran's as that person was insisting to Mr. Pepper for

the twelfth time on the gentility of Colonel Paul Foley, encountered Maloney's evil eye lit up with a lurking desire to revive the old grudge of the shot at the Kroom distillery. So quickly does a little alcohol, or a quarrel between others, or, as in this instance, the combination of the two, rouse the sleeping devil that is in us all, but which in an Irishman only nods at the best.

The expressions used towards Gardees by Messrs. Anderson and Rowton alone prevented Maloney from taking up the former's quarrel then and there, for he hated Colonel Foley with a hearty long-cherished spirit. But his living came indirectly through two of the men in front of him, and it was prudent to adopt their dislikes, if they could not sympathize with his own. Besides he consoled himself by reflecting that they would hate Colonel Foley worse than he did if they but knew him, and could experience as he had done, Colonel Paul's refusal to know them, at least by way of introduction as gentlemen.

By this time Moran's temper was somewhat cooled, and aware of Maloney's changed purposes towards himself, he thought with pain of the large draft that would necessarily be made upon his dear mother's money (he had brought with him for deposit in bank, the check given her by Mr. Hubbard), if Maloney should press him to the uttermost.

It was therefore with a sense of great relief that he heard Rowton, as the party broke up, re-ratify and confirm with the red-headed Irishman the appointment at his, Moran's hotel, for that evening. Rowton, Anderson, and Maloney left by the back way, General Lollamead called to Johnston to come with the front-door key to let him and Judge Gardees out. It was then that Mr. Pepper sent Johnston up street for the cashier, who, soon returning, by Mr. Pepper's orders accommodated Mr. Moran with the $500 necessary for the interview with Mr. Maloney. Mr. Hubbard's check for ten times that amount had been deposited in Mr. Pepper's bank previously. Judge Gardees' bundle, marked New York, was carefully locked up when the safe was opened.

CHAPTER IX.

THE SPOILERS OF THE CANAANITES.

Promptly at the hour named, Messrs. Maloney and Rowton entered Mr. Moran's hotel, and finding that gentleman in the hall below, passed with him upstairs. On their way Moran stepped into the reading-room, and taking from it pen, ink and paper, was proceeding down the passage towards his own apartments, when seeing a parlor on the row untenanted, he led the way into that, and without any remarks seated himself next a table. Pulling out two bank checks, and adding several bills of "greenbacks," he laid the whole on the table, and endorsed the checks to Maloney's order. He then drew up a rambling paper reciting the origin of the libel suit against the Krooms, the criminal action against himself for resisting an officer of the United States, and stating the payment to Maloney of $500, for which that gentleman agreed to see that the government nol. prossed. the case against Moran, and further contracted in the name of the marshal to get the execution papers in the libel case, and permit Jeff Kroom to buy in Mrs. Mattie Kroom's home for the sum of the costs in that case, which were not to exceed $50-and if in excess of that Maloney was to be responsible for the residue. This done, Maloney signed the paper, Rowton witnessed it, and Maloney pocketed checks and money. On rising to leave the room, Mr. Rowton assured Mr. Moran that there would be no further trouble with the affair, and regretted that good Republicans should have come together in apparent conflict, that Republican batteries should be turned against the common enemy, and much more to the same effect.

Mr. Maloney said that he considered himself as making a great sacrifice in this matter, that "he had a dead thing on

the Krooms," which he was giving away, but his friends thought it was best for the party that he should do so; that under no circumstances would he have "comped" with a Ku Klux, and that after this generous show of feeling on his part, he thought it but fair that Moran should at least pledge his influence to prevent Maloney's prosecution in the State courts as accessory to the homicide of Manuel Kroom. "I know," concluded Maloney, "that old Foley-damn him—will be after me as soon as a grand jury meets in Dunham, and Foley likes you, and you ought to be able to manage as well for me in your own home matters, as my friends have managed for you here."

"I don't profess to manage any kind of court officers. I think it a disgrace to courts when they can be managed. I am studying law under Colonel Foley's direction, it is true, but shall be very certain not to mention your name to him. Besides, you must know that it would do you no good whatever if I did mention it."

“Oh,” said Rowton, “I should not trouble my head about the State's attorney. We can work him; and you say the soldiers who did the shooting have deserted the army. If the worst comes to the worst, move your case by affidavit to the Federal court. You are all right there. All you 've got to do is to swear the killing was done under color of office. That lets you out. I never heard of a United States marshal hanging a man, unless, perhaps, in the District of Columbia."

Mr. Maloney said he was aware of all this, and presumed under the circumstances that he could, for the present, be content. His left vest pocket feeling full and comfortable he patted the spleen that lay under it and inquired of Moran, as that gentleman parted with him and Rowton at the head of the basement stairs, which led into the bar-room, "Won't you join us?"

"Thank you, no, sir," said Moran, and without other greeting returned to the hall for a newspaper.

Next day, at noon, Moran, after a long walk, reached the Capitol. He had been brooding about the river banks for several hours, thinking of the old days of his native State, of the many

hot-headed States' Rights politicians, the numberless gray headed cotton planters with pretty daughters and heavy bank accounts; the myriads of rash young fellows overflowing with the animal life which is born with the dominating spirit of slavery of the gamblers and duellists and quadroon girls, who had gone down this river on their way to the great Anglo-French capital of the South-West.

Moran had in a high degree that faculty by which we repeople the past. He could, he thought, call up one of those old river steamers and see through and through her—the saloons, the decks, the bar, the state-rooms, the lower deck with its cotton and negroes-the conceited pilot in his little shell of a house, the faro dealer talking to him, who did not get enough sleep last night as was plain from his yawn into which he tried to throw a touch of the expressive ennui of a blasé.

Strolling along this stream, now muddy and angry from recent rains, he said to himself aloud, "Well, after all, the mistake our folks made was that they thought God made this world only for gentlemen. But there is something in climate-only certain kinds of people can work here, and I suppose the rest, who don't work and have leisure to think, must be the gentlemen and manage the others.

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Funny to think Republicanism is an affair of the weather, but it seems that way. It don't suit the South either on this side of the water or the other. I don't believe in the blood of people doing this, that, or the other thing through the years when counted by the thousand. But I do believe there are a million different-each uniform-lessons taught in the angles at which the sun strikes the earth.

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'Why should n't Colonel Foley be right in insisting that the same reasoning which Buckle gives for a man on the Thames managing one born on the Ganges will explain this slavery business in Alabama. It takes slavery, or something akin to it, to keep the Thames man settled on the Ganges from becoming, in the long run, a Bengalee. He must have something to brace against the climate. Teaching his progeny to dominate the

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