"
"That's mighty nice of you," ventured the Honorable William Jones.
"But if we don't git there before midnight, they'll be so full of
whisky and devilment that _I_ don't think they'll listen even to
you, Ma'am."
"It is pretty bad, I'm afraid," said Judge Clayton. "What with one
thing and another, this country of ours has been in a literal state
of anarchy for the last year or two. What the end is going to be,
I'm sure I don't see.
"And the immediate cause of all this sort of thing, my dear Madam,"
he continued, as he rode alongside, "why, it seems to be just that
girl Lily, that we had all the trouble about last year. By the
way, what's become of that girl? Too bad--she was more than half
white!"
[Illustration: By the way, what's become of that girl?]
"Yes, it is all about that girl Lily," said Josephine slowly,
restraining in her own soul the impulse to cry out the truth to
him, to tell him why this girl was almost white, why she had
features like his own.
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