term. Obsequies ain't used in England no more now--it's gone out.  We say orgies now in England.  Orgies is better, because it means the thing you're after more exact.  It's a word that's made up out'n the Greek _orgo_, outside, open, abroad; and the Hebrew _jeesum_, to plant, cover up; hence in_ter._  So, you see, funeral orgies is an open er public funeral.” He was the _worst_ I ever struck.  Well, the iron-jawed man he laughed right in his face.  Everybody was shocked.  Everybody says, “Why, _doctor_!” and Abner Shackleford says: “Why, Robinson, hain't you heard the news?  This is Harvey Wilks.” The king he smiled eager, and shoved out his flapper, and says: “Is it my poor brother's dear good friend and physician?  I--” “Keep your hands off of me!” says the doctor. “_You_ talk like an Englishman, _don't_ you?  It's the worst imitation I ever heard.  _You_ Peter Wilks's brother!  You're a fraud, that's what you are!” Well, how they all took on!  They crowded around the doctor and tried to quiet him down, and tried to explain to him and tell him how Harvey 'd showed in forty ways that he _was_ Harvey, and knowed everybody by name, and the names of the very dogs, and begged and _begged_ him not to hurt Harvey's feelings and the poor girl's feelings, and all that.  But it warn't no use; he stormed right along, and said any man that pretended to be an Englishman and couldn't imitate the lingo no better than what he did was a fraud and a liar.  The poor girls was hanging to the king and crying; and all of a sudden the doctor ups and turns on _them_.  He says: “I was your father's friend, and I'm your friend; and I warn you as a friend, and an honest one that wants to protect you and keep you out of harm and trouble, to turn your backs on that scoundrel and have nothing to do with him, the ignorant tramp, with his idiotic Greek and Hebrew, as he calls it.  He is the thinnest kind of an impostor--has come here with a lot of empty names and facts which he picked