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She was in and she was alone. She was one of those women who always are in and nearly always are alone. Immediately, then, they sat in her front room, which was her best room. Her sewing machine was there, and her biggest oil lamp and her few small sticks of company furniture, her few scraps of parlor ornamentation; a bad picture or two, gaudily framed; china vases on a mantel-shelf; two golden-oak rockers, wearing on their slick and shiny frontlets the brand of an installment-house Cain who murdered beauty and yet failed in his designings to achieve comfort. It was as hot as a Dutch oven, that little box of a room inclosed within its thin-planked walls. It was not a place where one would care to linger longer than one had to. Judge Priest came swiftly to the heart of the business which had sent him thither.

“Ma’am,” he was saying, “this is a kind of a pussonal matter that’s brought me down here this hot night, and with your consent I’ll git right to the point of it. Ordinarily I’m a poor hand at diggin’ into the business of other people. But seein’ that I knowed your late lamented husband both ez a worthy citizen and ez an honest, hard-workin’ man, and seein’ that in my official capacity it has been incumbent upon me to issue certain orders in connection with your rights and claims arisin’ out of his ontimely death, I have felt emboldened to interest myself, privately, in your case–and that’s why I’m here now.

“To-day at the cotehouse, when the settlement wuz formally agreed to by the legal representatives of both sides, an idea come to me. And that idea is this: Now there’s eight thousand dollars due the heirs, you bein’ one and your daughter, Mrs. Dallam Wybrant, bein’ the other. Half of eight thousand dollars wouldn’t be so very much to help take keer of a person, no matter how keerful they wuz; but eight thousand dollars, put out at interest, would provide a livin’ in a way fur one who lived simply, and more especially in the case of one who owned their own home and had it free from debt, ez I understand is the situation with reguards to you.

“On the other hand, your daughter is well fixed. Her husband is a rich man, ez measured by the standards of our people. It’s probable that she’ll always be well and amply provided fur. Moreover, she’s young, and you, ma’am, will some day come to the time when you won’t be able to go on workin’ with your hands ez you now do.

“So things bein’ thus and so, it seems to me that ef the suggestion was made to your daughter, Mrs. Dallam Wybrant, that she should waive her claim to her share of them eight thousand dollars and sign over her rights to you, thereby inshorin’ you frum the fear of actual want in your declinin’ years; and her, ez I have jest been statin’, not needin’ the money–well, it seems to me that she would jest naturally jump at the notion. So if you would go to her yourself with the suggestion, or git somebody in whose good sense and judgment you’ve got due confidence to go to her and her husband and lay the facts before them, I, fur one, knowin’ a little somethin’ of human nature, feel morally sure of the outcome. Why, I expect she’d welcome the idea; maybe she’s already thinkin’ of the same thing and wonderin’ how, legally, it kin be done. And that, ma’am, is what brings me here to your residence to-night. And I trust you will appreciate the motive which has prompted me and furgive me if I, who’s almost a stranger to you, seem to have meddled in your affairs without warrant or justification.”

He reared back in his chair, a plump hand upon either knee.