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However, at secondhand, the details very shortly reached him. They were brought by no less a person than Deputy Sheriff Quarles, who, some twenty minutes or possibly half an hour later, obtruded himself upon Judge Priest’s presence.

“Judge,” began Mr. Quarles, “you’d never in the world guess whut Old Peep O’Day done with the first piece of money he got his hands on out of that there forty thousand pounds of silver dollars he’s come into frum his uncle’s estate.”

The old man slanted a keen glance in Mr. Quarles’ direction.

“Tell me, son,” he asked softly, “how did you come to hear the glad tidin’s so promptly?”

“Me?” said Mr. Quarles innocently. “Why, Judge Priest, the word is all over this part of town by this time. Why, I reckin twenty-five or fifty people must ‘a’ been watchin’ Old Peep to see how he was goin’ to act when he come out of this courthouse.”

“Well, well, well!” murmured the Judge blandly. “Good news travels almost ez fast sometimes ez whut bad news does–don’t it, now? Well, son, I give up the riddle. Tell me jest whut our elderly friend did do with the first installment of his inheritance.”

“Well, suh, he turned south here at the gate and went down the street, a-lookin’ neither to the right nor the left. He looked to me like a man in a trance, almost. He keeps right on through Legal Row till he comes to Franklin Street, and then he goes up Franklin to B. Weil & Son’s confectionary store; and there he turns in. I happened to be followin’ ‘long behind him, with a few others–with several others, in fact–and we-all sort of slowed up in passin’ and looked in at the door; and that’s how I come to be in a position to see whut happened.

“Old Peep, he marches in jest like I’m tellin’ it to you, suh; and Mr. B. Weil comes to wait on him, and he starts in buyin’. He buys hisself a five-cent bag of gumdrops; and a five-cent bag of jelly beans; and a ten-cent bag of mixed candies–kisses and candy mottoes, and sech ez them, you know; and a sack of fresh roasted peanuts–a big sack, it was, fifteen-cent size; and two prize boxes; and some gingersnaps–ten cents’ worth; and a coconut; and half a dozen red bananas; and half a dozen more of the plain yaller ones. Altogether I figger he spent a even dollar; in fact, I seen him hand Mr. Weil a dollar, and I didn’t see him gittin’ no change back out of it.

“Then he comes on out of the store, with all these things stuck in his pockets and stacked up in his arms till he looks sort of like some new kind of a summertime Santy Klaws; and he sets down on a goods box at the edge of the pavement, with his feet in the gutter, and starts in eatin’ all them things.

“First, he takes a bite off a yaller banana and then off a red banana, and then a mouthful of peanuts; and then maybe some mixed candies–not sayin’ a word to nobody, but jest natchelly eatin’ his fool head off. A young chap that’s clerkin’ in Bagby’s grocery, next door, steps up to him and speaks to him, meanin’, I suppose, to ast him is it true he’s wealthy. And Old Peep says to him, ‘Please don’t come botherin’ me now, sonny–I’m busy ketchin’ up,’ he says; and keeps right on a-munchin’ and a-chewin’ like all possessed.

“That ain’t all of it, neither, Judge–not by a long shot it ain’t! Purty soon Old Peep looks round him at the little crowd that’s gathered. He didn’t seem to pay no heed to the grown-up people standin’ there; but he sees a couple of boys about ten years old in the crowd, and he beckons to them to come to him, and he makes room fur them alongside him on the box and divides up his knick-knacks with them.