Journal #8
Chapters 25-27
Perspective of Judge Taylor
I was aroused from my slumber by Mrs. Taylor, who had come home to see me collapsed in my chair, my hand resting protectively over the butt of my gun and the writings of Bob Taylor strewn across my lap. She was erratic, poor Mrs. Taylor had came back from church and had been scared out of her mind at the sight. I was comforting her when she asked me what had gotten me to take out the gun that we keep in the house, only for protection.
I had been reading up on the work of Bob Taylor, an author of which I was completely immersed in when a repetitive scratching noise was irritating enough to distracted me from my studies. After absentmindedly hushing Ann Taylor and the noise sustained, I went around to the rear of the house, looking for efforts to silence it. Ann Taylor at my side, I walked along to the back porch to let her out and found the screen door swinging open. From the corner of my eye I had seen a shadow dash by the edge of the house, but as I was too old to chase after I took no pursuit; instead grabbing my gun should it have come again.
Although the obscure shadow and the scratching noise was nothing but a worry for a "suspicious old man", as Mrs. Taylor had said, it still made me feel cautious enough to take precautions. I was on my guard more often and had even taken measures to bolt the doors at night. Especially after Tom Robinson's case, many a black man could have some malicious feelings for me. I had nothing to do with the verdict, although I knew the outcome was inevitable, even with Atticus on the case.
Although I have no evidence against him, Bob Ewell could have also been the suspicious shadow. He has been giving me a certain look every time I pass him on the street. I do not know why he would have anything against me, although Bob has outwardly expressed his feelings against Atticus. The idea is improbable though.
I am going to pick up where I left off on the writings of Bob Taylor. Hopefuly there will be no further trouble.