During a controversy of this character, Jeems Cunningham testified that his mother spelled it Cunningham on deeds and things,
but she was really a Coningham, she was an uncertain speller, a seldom reader,
and was given to looking far away sometimes when she sat on the front gallery in the evening.
After nine hours of listening to the eccentricities of Old Sarum’s inhabitants, Judge Taylor threw the case out of court.
When asked upon what grounds, Judge Taylor said, “Champertous connivance,”
and declared he hoped to God the litigants were satisfied by each having had their public say.
They were. That was all they had wanted in the first place.
Judge Taylor had one interesting habit. He permitted smoking in his courtroom but did not himself indulge:
sometimes, if one was lucky, one had the privilege of watching him put a long dry cigar into his mouth and munch it slowly up.
Bit by bit the dead cigar would disappear, to reappear some hours later as a flat slick mess,
its essence extracted and mingling with Judge Taylor’s digestive juices.
I once asked Atticus how Mrs. Taylor stood to kiss him, but Atticus said they didn’t kiss much.
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