Jobe he got mad and called Billot a crank and a Populist and all sich terrible names. Then Billot ordered Jobe out of the mill, and Jobe went off and sued Billot for $37.60 in gold. Jobe says he’ll teach Billot that gold is the money of this country. He says that Billot thinks that jist because he is a old farmer that he haint good enough to pay gold to. Do you think Jobe will git the gold from Billot? I will have to go to the trial next Monday and help Jobe inforce the law agin Billot. Jobe is a full-blooded American citizen and has voted the strait ticket since he was twenty-one, and Billot will learn by the time he gits done with that lawsuit that this gold basis bizness is for the low-toned people as well as the high-toned people. The idea of paper money bein money! [Illustration] CHAPTER XXIX. “INFORCIN THE LAW AGIN BILLOT.” WHEN we got to the trial, on Monday, we found our witnesses and the witnesses and lawyers of Billot a talkin, and a laffin, and a whisperin together. They seemed to have some deep subject which Dimicrats and Republicans were both in earnest about. So I told Jobe to git around among them and listen, and see if they wasent layin some plan to gain the lawsuit for Billot. Soon arter Jobe he come in a smilin and said: “They haint a talkin about the lawsuit at all; they are jist talkin together how to beat them Populists at the election next month.” Jobe seemed tickled. He said them lawyers and editors are smart fellers, and when they git out among them ignorant farmers and laborin class they’d soon settle all that Populist argament. “There wont be any change in this country,” says he, “as long as them editors and lawyers can help it.” He said they were goin at it purty soon, and from what he could hear it dident make any difference to these leadin fellers who beats, jist so them Populists dont git in. Says I to Jobe: [Illustration: “Lawyers a talkin and a laffin.”] “They had better git at it, for if them Populists elects a farmer for representative, a farmer for treasurer, a farmer for commissioner, a coal miner for sheriff, and a mechanic for infirmary director, and they all make good officers, the chance of them lawyers and town polerticians holdin all the offices herearter will be slim.” “Why, sich people was never made to hold office,” says Jobe. The squire come in at that time and stopped the argament between Jobe and me. The case was begun. The fust witness for our side was Sam Moore, editure of the _Times_. I questioned him. Question. “What is your bizness, Mr. Moore?” Answer. “Editure and polertician,” says he. Q. “Do you believe in the free coinage of silver?” A. “If we can git it inside the Dimicratic party, I do. If we cannot, I do not.” Q. “Mr. Moore, is a treasury certificate issued by the United States treasury money?” A. “Well, now, Betsy, I—I—that is, I am not prepared to answer that question at this time. Cal Bri——”