THE RIGHT-OF-WAY

In driving out into the country on a by-road a few days ago, a lawyer encountered a horse and buggy driven by a woman. As she was driving on the wrong side of the road, he made up his mind not to give up his rights. As a consequence, the two horses finally came to a standstill, with their noses rubbing each other. The lawyer stared at the woman and the woman stared back. Then he pulled a newspaper from his pocket, and began reading. In a minute, she had her knitting out and was industriously at work. Ten long minutes in a broiling sun passed away, and the lawyer looked up and asked: “How long are you going to stay here?” “How long are you?” “All day.” “And I’ll stay here a whole week.” He read and she knit for about ten minutes, and then the lawyer cried out: “Do you know that I’m a lawyer?” “I don’t care for that,” she replied; “I’m the wife of a Justice of the Peace.” “Oh—ah—excuse me, madam. Really, but if I’d known you belonged to the purfesh, this would not have happened. Take this side, madam, take the whole road!”