“‘Which I’m in the Oriental at the time,’ says Enright, when he relates about his adventure, ‘an’ this maverick goes to jumpin’ sideways at me in a friendly mood.  Bein’ I’m a easy-mannered sport with strangers, he has no trouble gettin’ acquainted.  At last he allows that he aims to pitch his teepee in Wolfville, hang out a shingle, an’ plunge into joorisprudence.  “I was thinkin’,” says he, “of openin’ a joint for the practice of law.  As a condition prior advised by the barkeep, an’ one which also recommends itse’f to me as dictated of the commonest proodence, I figgers on gainin’ your views of these steps.”

“’"You does well,” I replies, “to consult me on them p’ints.  I sees you’re shore a jo-darter of a lawyer; for you handles the language like a muleskinner does a blacksnake whip.  But jest the same, don’t for one moment think of breakin’ in on Wolfville.  That outfit don’t practice law none; she practices facts.  It offers no openin’ for your game.  Comin’ to Wolfville onder any conditions is ever a movement of gravity, an onless a gent is out to chase cattle or dandle kyards or proposes to array himse’f in the ranks of commerce by foundin’ a s’loon, Wolfville would not guarantee his footure any positive reward.”

“’"Then I jest won’t come a whole lot,” says this law sharp.  Whereupon we engages in mootual drinks an’ disperses to our destinies.’

“‘What you tells this sport,’ says Texas Thompson, who’s listenin’ to Enright, ’echoes my sentiments exact.  Anything to keep out law!  It ain’t alone the jedgments for divorce which my wife grabs off over in Laredo, but it comes to me as the frootes of a experience which has been as wide as it has been plenty soon, that law is only another word for trouble in egreegious forms.’

“‘So I decides,’ retorts Enright.  ’Still, I’m proud to be endorsed by as good a jedge of public disorder an’ its preventives as Texas Thompson.  Sech approvals ever tends to stiffen a gent’s play.  As I states, I reeverses this practitioner an’ heads him t’other way.  Wolfville is the home of friendly confidence; the throne of yoonity an’ fraternal peace.  It must not be jeopardised.  We-all don’t want to incur no resks by abandonin’ ourse’fs to real shore-enough law.  It would debauch us:  we’d get plumb locoed an’ take to racin’ wild an’ cimarron up an’ down the range, an’ no gent could foresee results.  It’s better than even money, that with the advent of a law sharp into our midst, historians of this hamlet would begin their last chapter.  They would head her:  “Wolfville’s Last Days.”

“‘It’s twenty years ago,’ goes on Enright, ’while I’m that season in Texas, that a sharp packs his blankets into Yellow City an’ puts it up he’ll practice some law.  No; he ain’t wanted, but he never does give no gent a chance to say so.  He comes trackin’ in onannounced, an’ the first we-all saveys, thar’s his sign a-swingin’, an’ ashoorin’ the sports of Yellow City of the presence of