Well, he persevered and kept at it until he had persuaded all those old parties to get up a dance in the schoolroom; they were to have printed programmes, and champagne, and everything in style--for Joe had a bit of money, and was as free as you like with it, and meant to stand a good deal more than his share of the expenses. Then the vicar and Doctor Pillikin consulted with the squire--the squire and the vicar being justices of the peace--whether they hadn't better give old Joe in charge and lock him up out of harm's way; for he was getting a regular firebrand, don't you see; and they were afraid he'd be the death of those old folks. But, after they'd consulted, they couldn't hit on any legal excuse for charging him--(not that that little obstacle mostly stands in the way of justices of the peace)--and they had to give that up. When the day arrived for the ball--for they called it a "ball" now, bless you--all the young people agreed together to lock the old parties in their rooms to prevent them going; but bless me if old Peter Scroutts and old George Worble, and one or two other desperate characters didn't manage to get out somehow, being so under the influence of Joe; and when the hour came for the dance, there they were at the schoolroom! And they--about nine of them--began dancing too, and a regular strange kind of a hobble it was, as ever was seen: but at last the squire and the vicar and Doctor Pillikin went down with the sergeant and a constable and pretended that a new Act had been passed making it illegal to dance after nine o'clock, and cleared the hall, with Joe dinging away at 'em the whole time, and made the old folks go home. Next day Joe Wilkings was going to do all manner of things--going up to London to consult a solicitor in Lincoln's Inn, and appeal to the High Courts, and give the squire and the rest of 'em penal servitude at Botany Bay, and all manner; but he'd caught such a cold at that ball that he had to take to his bed again, in spite of all his determination; and when he got up again after three weeks he had lost the use of his one leg, and was so weak he hadn't the heart to do anything. He was in a bad way for a long time, but they say he's getting better again now; and I've heard tell that the squire and that lot are beginning to get nervous again, as there's no knowing when he'll break out. [Illustration: "GETTING BETTER AGAIN."] He's a tough one, is old Joe Wilkings, and, if you'll believe me, he'll make it hot for 'em yet! J. F. SULLIVAN. [Illustration: THE HORSE & ITS Polo Pony Heavy Cavalry Charger Light Cavalry Brougham Artillery Weight Carrying Cob Shetland Pony] [Illustration: OCCUPATIONS Racer Cart Park Hack HUNTER Funeral The Well Known Hunter of JOHN HATCHELERE.] [Illustration: TWO PROFILE VIEWS OF A REMARKABLE POTATO.] [Illustration: A POTATO MASHER. Found at Preston, and Photographed by Mr. Luke Berry, of Chorley.]