"Weel, friend Robby," said the latter, "I hear you're to get the vacant gown.

Noo a teetle ye maun hae, that's as clear as the licht, and there's ane come just now into my head that will answer ye to a T; when ye're a lord, freend, Robby, ye'll be Lord Preserve Us?""You are very impertinent Mr. Ck," replied the nettled judge expectant; "I am sure you may find a waur.

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SEE STROEBE, LILLIAN L. Robby kämpft un seine Freiheit.

Robby, honey, does you really b'lieve for good and righty dat dem Yankees is got horns?"

But, somehow, Robby, I ralely b'lieves dat we cullud folks is mixed up in dis fight.

He was not the light-hearted, careless, mischief-loving Robby of former days, but a handsome man, with heavy moustache, dark, earnest eyes, and proud military bearing.

"Well, Robby," she said, "I once thought that you would have been the last one to leave me.

But, Robby, it did go hard with me at first.

Well, Robby, things is turned 'roun' mighty quare.

Robby, I'se down on dese kine ob preachers like a thousand bricks.

But, Robby, I wants yer ter go ter dat big meetin' de wuss kine.

Who is de gemmen, ennyhow?" "Why, Uncle Dan'el," replied Aunt Linda, "dis is Robby; Miss Nancy's bad, mischeebous Robby, dat war allers playin' tricks on me.

Call me Robby or Bob, just as you used to.

"But, Robby, dere's nothin' like a klar conscience; a klar conscience, Robby!"

Uncle Daniel was much interested, and, as they rose from the table, exclaimed: "Robby, seein' yer an' hearin' yer talk, almos' puts new springs inter me.

"Robby, honey," said Aunt Linda, "when you gits a wife, don't treat her like dat man treats me.

"Does yer know dis place, Robby," asked Aunt Linda, as they passed an old resort.

" "But, Robby, ef alcohol's so bad, w'at made de Lord put it here?

" "I reckon Robby's right," said his mother, setting down her glass and leaving the wine unfinished.

" "What, Har'yet, and Robby, an' yer ma?

I allers said Robby had san' in his craw, and war born for good luck.