"I don"t see him from one week"s end to another!"
"Am I to understand that he has deserted you?" questioned the judge.
"No, I can"t say that, for he sends his clothes home for me to wash and mend."
"Ain"t that the human sufferin" limit?" gasped Mr. Shrimplin.
"I suppose you wash and mend them?" And the judge smiled faintly.
"Of course," admitted Mrs. Montgomery simply.
"Does he contribute anything toward your support?" asked the judge.
The woman laughed sarcastically at this.
"It takes a barkeeper to pry Joe loose from his coin," interjected Mr.
Shrimplin. "Get down to details, Nellie, and tell the judge what kind of a critter you"re hitched up to."
"He told Arthur, that"s my oldest boy, if I didn"t stop bothering him, that he was just man enough to pay five dollars for the fun of knocking the front off my face!"
"That was a choice one to hand out to an eldest son, wasn"t it, your Honor?" said the little lamplighter, tugging at his flaxen mustache.
"I just manage to keep a roof over our heads," went on Nellie, "and without any thanks to him; but he has plenty of money, and where it comes from I"d like to know, for he ain"t done a lick of work in weeks!"
"Fact, Judge!" remarked Mr. Shrimplin. "I"ve made it my business lately to keep one eye on Joe. He spends half his time loafin" at Andy Gilmore"s rooms, and the other half gettin" pickled."
"What do you wish me to do?" asked the judge, addressing himself to Mrs.
Montgomery.
"I wish, Judge, that you"d send word to him that you want to see him!"
"And toss a good healthy scare into him!" added Mr. Shrimplin aggressively.
"But he might not care to respect the summons; there is no reason why he should," explained the judge.
"If he knows you want to see him, he"ll come here fast enough!" said Nellie.
The judge turned to Shrimplin.
"Will you tell him this, Shrimplin, the first time you see him?"
"Won"t I!" said the little lamplighter. "Certainly, Judge--certainly!"
and his agile fancy had already clothed the message in verbiage that should terrify the delinquent Joe.
"Very well, then; but beyond giving him a word of advice and warning; I can do nothing."
A night or two later, as the judge, who had spent the evening at Colonel Harbison"s, came to his own gate, he saw a slouching figure detach itself from the shadows near his front door and advance to meet him midway of the graveled path that led to the street. It was Joe Montgomery.
"Well, my man!" said the judge, with some little show of sternness. "I suppose you received my message?"
Montgomery uncovered his shock of red hair, while his bulk of bone and muscle actually trembled in the presence of the small but awesome figure confronting him. He might have crushed the judge with a blow of his huge fist, but no possible provocation could have induced him to lay hands on Nellie"s powerful ally.
"That skunk Shrimplin says my old woman"s been here," he faltered, "poisonin" your mind agin me!" A sickly grin relaxed his heavy jaws.
"The Lord only knows what she expects of a man--I dunno! The more I try, the worse she gets; nothin" satisfies her!"
His breath, reeking of whisky, reached the judge.
"This is all very well, Montgomery, but I have a word or two to say to you--come into the house."
He led his disreputable visitor into the library, turned up the gas, and intrenched himself on the hearth-rug with his back to the fire. The handy-man had kept near the door leading into the hall.
"Come closer!" commanded the judge, and Montgomery, hat in hand, advanced a step. "I wish to warn you, Montgomery, that if you persist in your present course, it is certain to bring its own consequences,"
began the judge.
"Sure, boss!" Joe faltered abjectly.
"I understand from Nellie that you have practically deserted your family," continued the judge.
"Ain"t she hateful?" cried Joe, shaking his great head.
"When she married you, she had a right to expect you would not turn out the scoundrel you are proving yourself."
"Boss, that"s so," agreed Montgomery.
"This won"t do!" said the judge briskly. "Nellie says she doesn"t see you from one week"s end to another; that you have money and yet contribute nothing toward her support nor the support of your family."
"I am willin" to go home, Judge!" said Montgomery, fingering his cap with clumsy hands. He took a step nearer the slight figure on the hearth-rug and dropped his voice to a husky half maudlin whisper. "He won"t let me--see--I"m a n.i.g.g.e.r slave to him! I know I got a wife--I know I got a family, but he says--no! He says--"Joe, you d.a.m.ned old sot, you"ll go home with a few drinks inside your freckled hide and begin to shoot off your mouth, and there"ll be h.e.l.l to pay for all of us!""
"He? What are you saying--who won"t let you go home?" demanded the judge.
"Andy Gilmore; he"s afraid my old woman will get it out of me. I tell him I"m a married man but he says, "No, you old soak, you stay here!""
"What has Andy Gilmore to do with whether you go home or not?" inquired the judge.
"It"s him and Marsh," said the handy-man. "They bully me till I"m that rattled--"
"Marsh--do you mean my son, Marshall?" interrupted the judge.
"Yes, boss--"
"I don"t understand this!" said the judge after a moment of silence.
"Why should Mr. Gilmore or my son wish to keep you away from your wife?"
"It"s just a notion of theirs," replied Montgomery with sudden drunken loyalty. "And I"ll say this--money never come so easy--and stuff to drink! Andy"s got it scattered all about the place; there ain"t many bars in this here town stocked up like his rooms!"
The judge devoted a moment to a close scrutiny of his caller.
"You are some sort of a relative of Mr. Gilmore"s, are you not?" he asked at length.