ey had to get rich by ruining poor devils such as I am. I think,
though, that we have some right to be protected against them."

The ringing of a bell here announced the arrival of some traveler, and
the hostler left me.

I learned, during the morning, that Matthew, the bar-keeper, and also
the son of Mr. Slade, were both considerably hurt during the affrays in
the bar-room, and were confined, temporarily, to their beds. Mrs. Slade
still continued in a distressing and dangerous state. Judge Lyman,
though shockingly injured, was not thought to be in a critical
condition.

A busy day the sheriff had of it, making arrests of various parties
engaged in the last night's affairs. Even Slade, unable as he was to
lift his head from his pillow, was required to give heavy bail for his
appearance at court. Happily, I escaped the inconvenience of being held
to appear as a witness, and early in the afternoon had the satisfaction
of finding myself rapidly borne away in the stage-coach. It was two
years before I entered the pleasant village of Cedarville again.

NIGHT THE EIGHTH.

REAPING THE WHIRLWIND.

I was in Washington City during the succeeding month. It was the short,
or closing session, of a regular Congressional term. The implication of
Judge Lyman in the affair of Green and young Hammond had brought him
into such bad odor in Cedarville and the whole district from which he
had been chosen, that his party deemed it wise to set him aside, and
take up a candidate less likely to meet with so strong and, it might
be, successful an opposition. By so doing, they were able to secure the
election, once more, against the growing temperance party, which
succeeded, however, in getting a Maine Law man into the State
Legislature. It was, therefore, Judge Lyman's last winter at the
Federal Capital.

While seated in the reading-room at Fuller's Hotel, about noon, on the
day after my arrival in Washington, I noticed an individual, whose face
looked familiar, come in and glance about, as if in search of some one.
While yet questioning my mind who he could be, I heard a man remark to
a person with whom he had been conversing:

"There's that vagabond member away from his place in the House, again."

"Who?" inquired the other.

"Why. Judge Lyman," was answered.

"Oh!" said the other, indifferently; "it isn't of much consequence.
Precious little wisdom does he add to that intelligent body."

"His vote is worth something, at