Connecticut western news., 1882-12-13
PHGBE'S SPECULATION.
BY JUDGE CLARK.

It was my first case of importance, and had taken it on speculation. If I succeeded, it would not only be feather in my cap, but neat sum in my pocket; if didn't, it would be at the cost of a deal of labor wasted and sound legal drubbing at the hands of Naboth Twys- colt, who appeared on the other side. The fight was long and bitter, but ended in swinging verdict for my cli- ent.
 "Will Jundle pay up, or shall I issue an execution P asked Twyscott little jubilantly, as we left the courtroom. With the tip of his right forefnger Twyscott pulled down his left under eye lid, and with tantaizing wink in- quired:
 "Do you see anything green, MT. Craye9''
 Next day he filed a motion for a new trial on forty-seven several grounds The judge, after hearing argument, over ruled the motion. But Twyscott didn t surrender. He appealed from court to court till he reached the last and it was not till he had been beaten through them all, and his last legal gun had been spiked, that he suffered his client to pay.
 It was too late to put the money in the bank the day Jundle paid it over. Of course he had hung back till the last "a I1 bulky roll, being all in thousand-dollar notes; so just slipped it into secret pocket of my coat, where 1t would be safe till morning. ! We lived, my wife and I, in a snug little cottage near the city. We had been married not quite year. In fact, il was mainly on the strength of my ex, pectations from the case" which ha6 then reached point at which Twyscott was only fighting for delay, that l hac ventured to ask Phoebe Harland to com plete our somewhat long-standing en gagement.
 I had promised Phoebe so many things out of the case that had forgotten hal of them; but there was little doubt tha strict account of them was laid away il her own memory, and I feared that tn, sum total would make large hole in m, share of the spells.
 I know it was mean thing, and ca1 hardly think what put it into my hea for fully intended to deal squarely b Phoebe; but on the train homeward i somehow occurred to mo that there wa no need to hurry in telling her had go the money. It would do as we'll after had settled with my client, and kne, exactly how I stood
 Phoebe met me so lovingly, and ha such nice little supper waiting-jus the dishes she knew liked best-an was so chatty and pleasant all the ever ing, that wonder how kept the guilt secret, but somehow did keep it.
 I was awakened next morning by messenger with telegram summonin me at once to town to draw MT. Banton will. hastened to catch the early trail which was just in time to do. M Banton was 8 rich, retired merchar
 
 Instead of finding him in ertrenais. was not little surprised at seeing M Banton, in dressing-gown and slipper enjoying hearty breakfast. Of cours he didn't need my services. He had, fact, been worse scared than hurt.
 When reached my office discovere had on different coat from tn, worn the day before, which, being lit the worse for use, Phoebe had strongl objected to my wearing of late. Mo1 than once she had threatened to sell itC give it to the ragman. She must ha, slipped another in it's place the night b fore, and in the hurry of my mornin toilet, I had failed to note the change.
 was little annoyed when, at lat hour. my client, Jonas Swirl, called settle and get his share of the none, He was very suspicious person, ar when explained the change of coats ar the absence of the cash, I fancied I looked just trife distrustful. Still. said nothing, and went away promisin to come back tomorrow.
 . oOOPPOo IO HlCpD0 kiss that evening before running up the closet to look for my old coat. was not there. I tossed everything u7 side down, rummaged all the drawer searched every hook and peg, but tl missing garment was nowhere visible.
 'sPhebe p cried, running down the dining-room where she was bu, preparing tea-"Phoebe where's u coat wore yesterday p
 'ssThat old one p
 "Old or new, where is it?" I handed.
 I'm afraid I-seemed to speak harshl but was only excited.
 Phoebe looked scared. I had nev addressed her so before.
 Forgive me. George" she faltered.
 Forgive you for what? ?"