... her hand familiarly upon his epauleted shoulder. Johnston turned, a look of surprise and gladness overspread his face, he took both the bony, bird-claw hands warmly in his own, and exclaimed: Why, aunt Judy Paxton ! The old negress scanned his features with tears in her eyes, and at last said, in a querulous treble, made touching with undisguised emotion: Mister Joe, you is gittin‘ old. Then, pattin...