The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-10-13

beautiful"
After half drive, they arrived
at the door of Emile's lodgings. where, as
a parting salutation, the doctor cried out
to him:
"Don't forget the duet with Miss Agnes,
thou favored child Of Fortune! 7"
Arrived within his four walls, the young
jurist sat down to his books; but on every
page, in every dry paragraph, he saw a
lovely female face, with large blue eyes,
and sweet, smiling lips, in whose glance
there was something so fascinating that
the goddess of Justice. who till then had
held the first place in his heart, seemed to
him tedious and repulsive. Even in his
sleep, the bright vision lowered about
him, and for the first time for weeks he
dreamed of something else than the ter
rible examination.
When, however, he awOke the next
morning, he was again reminded Of the
approaching ordeal by the arrival of a
messenger from the commission, who
handed him an official notification in
which he was advised that the following
Wednesday had been fixed for the day of
his examination. He had, therefore, no
time to lose, if he would conform to the
custom OF calling on the president and
other members of the commission before
his examination came off. He, therefore,
put on his dress suit, and sailed out, di-
recting his steps toward the residence of
the terrible president, the vOracious Wolf
He sent in his name, and was Immediately
admitted to the august presence OF the
man who held in his hands the veal or
woe of his future He hardly ventured
to look up, and tried to stammer out some
suitable or unsuitable expressions to
recommend himself to the favor of his
inquisitOr; but suddenly his tongue re-
fused to do him service, and, with the
look OF one who sees an apparition, he
fixeC his eyes upon the president, in
whom he recognized at first glance his
elderly travelling companion, unless, in
deed, some strange delusion was playing
| with mis- senses. But even this doubtful
hope was dispelled, as he recognized the
| we'll remembered sarcastic smile.
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. President"
stammered the unfortunate candidate, in
his CONSERVATION.
81 am very glad to see my amiable
young companion under my roof" said
Herr Won Wolf. Didn't tell you we
should soon meet AGAIN."
"True; but if l had dreamed that
you"
"Were the old fellow on whose feet
you threw your portmanteau, you would
not have come. Ay, ay, that would have
been very unkind OfyOu. You are well
come visltor-believe me-"
That IS too much for me to believe.
am unwilling to take up your valuable
time" replied Emile, looking anxiously
toward the door.
ooh, for acquaintance and friends l
can always find time. But be seated, l
pray"
of you insist, Mr. President"
mo ceremony, my good friend. Sit
down here beside me mot so far Off
You are not afraid, hope, that the vora-
cious Wolf will swallow your"
Msy hope, sir, that my indiscretion
may not be construed to my disadvan-
tageP"
"To your disadvantage? By no means.
You only repeated what the public says of
me; Besides, l am greatly your debtor"
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"Since we met, | have made it my
business to read your admirable criticism
on my works. You certainly have not
spared me bat | should be unjust, were
L not to confess that you have called my
attention TO several of my weak points.
Above all, l am pleased with your love of
truth, although this virtue betrays you
occasionally into being somewhat dis
| courteous"
Il shall be the unhappiest of mortsls,
if have had the misfortune to displease
you, sir"
"Quite the Contrary-you please me
exceedingly l, Ike the great Alexander
Won Humboldt, love courage OF opinion ;
and, if you sometimes go too far, l al
tribute your mistakes TO your youth.
| There are many things of which you viii,
judge differently when you are as Old as l
| am"
"And then, sir, you are really not in
censed?"
| "Why should 1 be? Has not every
man not only right to his own opinions,
but also right TO express them, provided
| he does so in suitable terms. 1 resps CT
you for your independence of thought,
and am greatly obliged for your criticism
| 1 have gotten over Jordan as dis
tinguished artist once said 10 me. | have
also read with much pleasure and profit
your book on THE Law of Succession,
and have great mind to be reVenged by
writing criticism on it,"
The honor would be too great"
Emile was in doubt whether he dreamed
or was awake, whether the dreaded pres
ident amused himself at his expense OF
was in earnest. But he spoke IL such q
serious, fatherly tone that the.young juris'
took courage In spite OF the ironicsl smile
that would now and then encircle the
presidents lips.
After these evidences of your attain
ments," continued his excellency, al look
upon the examination as a mere matter
OF form, which, if it depended on me
alone, would dispense with. From the
wolf you have nothing TO fear"
"Your kindness far exceeds my merits
sir / was never in so great danger Ol
becoming vain," stammered Emile.
"And yet" said the president. with q
smile, "now that you have run into thu
Jaws of the Wolf you shall find that ht
will not loosen his hold SO easily. It's my
intention to keep you here in the city
We Can always find places for such young
men as you
With a friendly smile and hearty
shake of the hand, the president finally
dismissed the now almost ecstatic Emile
who at this moment would have changed
places with no king in the world no, moi
even with Rothschild.
His reception by the the other member
/ OF the commission was no less flattering
as the president had taken care to adyis,
them OF his superior merits. Under suct
circumstances, he felt that ne no Longer
had anything TO fear from his exanina
ton; nor was he deceived in his expecta
tiOns.
After passing through the once dreaded
ordeal, which he did most brilliant
ly, and receiving the hearty con
gratulations of his good friend, tint
, president, who took occasion to agar
I, offer him position in the city
Emile, in his joy, started for his lodgings
in order to acquaint his mother, at tn
earliest possible moment, of his success
AS he was tuning the corner at rapi'
pace, whom should he meet but DR.. Holm
f who cried out:
"Ay, the mischief why, you are as "a
| diant as man who has just met witt