_Dear Sir: The secret of Butler’s possession of your estate is simple. Under his authority as United States Judge, he ordered its confiscation, forced his wife to buy it for $2,800, at a fake sale, which had not been advertised, and later had it reconveyed to him. His wife refused to live in the house, sent her daughter to school in Washington, and died two years later from the conscious dishonour she had been obliged at least in secret to share. A suit brought before the United States Supreme Court will restore your property, hurl a scoundrel from the bench, and cover him with everlasting infamy._ _A Former Pal of His Honour._ “An anonymous slanderer!” snorted the judge. “Yet he expresses himself with vigour and accuracy, and his words are backed by circumstantial evidence.” Butler sprang to his feet livid with rage crying: “John Graham, you’re drunk!” “Just drunk enough to talk entertainingly to you, Judge.” “Will you leave my house? or must I call an officer to eject you, sir?” he thundered. “A process of law is slow and expensive, Judge,” said John with a drawl. “I haven’t the money at present to waste on a suit, May I ask when you will vacate this estate?” “When ordered to do so by the last court of appeal, sir!” John looked the Judge squarely in the eye and slowly said: “You are before the last court of appeal now, and it’s judgment day.” “I understand your threat, sir, but I want to tell you that your Ku Klux Klan has had its day. The President is aroused--Congress has acted. I’ll order a regiment of troops to this town tomorrow! Dare to lift the weight of your little finger against my authority and I’ll send your crazy old father to the county poorhouse and you to the gallows--to the gallows! I warn you!” John took a step closer to his enemy, towering over his slouchy figure menacingly, and said, “When will you vacate this house?” Butler grasped the back of his chair, trembling with fury. “The possession of this estate is the fulfillment of one of the proudest ambitions of my life.” “When will you get out?” “And my daughter has just returned to-day from Washington, a beautiful accomplished woman, to preside over it.” “When--will--you--get--out?” “When ordered by the Supreme Court of the United States--or when I’m carried out--feet--foremost--through--that--door!” The Judge choked with anger. “Then, until we meet again!” John bowed with mock courtesy, walked across the hall to the alcove and took his hat from the rack where Aunt Julie Ann had hung it, just as Stella Butler sprang through the rear entrance with a joyous shout, reached at a bound the Judge’s side and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh! Papa, what a glorious night! Steve and I had such a ride!” The Judge placed his hand on her lips and whispered: “My dear, there’s someone here.” Stella glanced over her shoulder and saw John fumbling his hat in embarrassment. “Why it’s the famous Mr. John Graham--introduce me, quick!”