“We notice by to-day's _Herald_,” it ran, “that Robert Dalton, Esq., has sailed for Japan, where it is said he will become a legal instructor in one of the national universities. Mr. Dalton, it will be remembered, is the attorney whose stupid blunder invalidated the Van Bartan will, and it is to be hoped that he will prove more efficient in the service of the Mikado. The bar of the Virginias cannot be said to regret Mr. Dalton's departure. He was grossly incompetent, and just such men bring the legal profession into disrepute.” “What of all this?” said Mason. “You obtained what you desired. Why do you harass me with this nonsense?” “I obtained it,” repeated the woman, bitterly. “Yes, thanks to your devilish ingenuity, I obtained it, but at what a cost! I have the money, but it is daubed over with the blood of a man's heart It has the price of a man's honor stamped on the face of every coin. I hate it all. Everything I see, every thread that touches me, taunts me with the shame of such a sacrifice.” The woman's voice was firm, but her figure trembled like a tense wire. “Madam.” said Randolph Mason, “you annoy me. I have no interest in this drivel.” “No interest in it?” cried the woman. “You, you have no interest in it? Was it not you who did it? You and the devil himself? You concocted this plan. You said go to him, and tell him, and he would know what to do. Your fiendish ingenuity saw what would result, but you did not tell me. You did not tell me that this man would be compelled to rip his life in two like a cloth to save me, and that he would do it. If I had known this, do you suppose that I would have gone on for a moment? Do you suppose that I wanted wealth, or ease, or luxury, at the cost of a man's hope and fame and honor? I tell you, you miserable blunderer, this thing cost too much.” “Chatter,” said Mason, rising. “Chatter!” cried the woman, beating her hards on the table. “Do you call this chatter? I charge you,--do you hear me, I charge you with the ruin of this man's life.” “Madam,” said Randolph Mason, “the vice of your error lies in the fact that you should have consulted a priest. I am not concerned with the nonsense of emotion.” Then he turned abruptly and walked out of the room. _(See Amer, and Eng. Enc of Law. vol. ii., page 926, and the cases there discussed; see also State us. Richardson, S.C. 35 Lawyers' Reports Annotated, 238, and cases there cited; also Constitution of the United States, Art., and the Constitution of West Virginia Art. 3, Sec. 5.)_ ONCE IN JEOPARDY I THE sheriff stopped on the steps of the court-house, pushed his straw hat back from his forehead, moved his eyeglasses up a little closer to his fat face, and began to contemplate the limits of his official jurisdiction, with the air of one about to deduce a law.