A Lawyer's Story
Twelve weary months had crept by since I had pressed my trying examination and had been admitted to the bar. I hired a cozy little office in a building filled with scores of prominent law firms. After arranging my well-stocked library I nailed up a new sign among the rest and waited for my clients to appear. —It soon became a sad trial of patience.
Among the many brilliant lights of the day my own name passed unnoticed.
Day after day, and month after month, I attended the courts or passed the time in pursuing celebrated trial cases. Like Micawber, I was waiting for something to turn up. The small capital with which I had started was dwindling away at an alarming pace, and, as yet, I saw no prospective fee.
One pleasant afternoon, Stanley Ferris, a young lawyer, who, like myself, was unwillingly idle, dropped in to see me.
“What news, Jack?” he asked carelessly.
“Same as usual,” I responded despondently. “I’ve a notion to pack off in the wilderness for a few weeks. Everybody is out of town, and there is little… Read More