The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-05-14
MR.. BOLDON'S EXPEDIENT.

~ am fairly NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
for. I had better order my coffin
while ] can pay for it." This was the
sad soliloquy Of Mr.. James Boldon,
solicitor and notary public, as he sat
alone in his Office in Highest, West
borough, one October morning.
And truly Mr.. James Boldon's POI
sition was not a happy ne. He was
= young man, lately admitted as a
solicitor, and he had spent all his
littls capital to no purpose in trying
tomake q practice for himself in the
town of Westborough.
He was almost a stranger in the
town. and, although he hadb there
nearly q year, hehadhardly succeeded
ii making an acquaintance, much less
in gaining clients. The report that
there was a opening in the place,
on the strength of which he had come
athere, had proved to be entirely fall
laDious. The town was just large
enough to hide him. 1t was in vain
that he went regularly to St. Angus
tines Mission Chapel, in the hope of
having his name put on the building
COMMITTEES of the new church; in vain
that be frequented tat proper hours)
tho bit1iard-room OF the new Royal
Hotel: In vain that he sedulously at
tended the countycourt and thepolice
court with 8 glazed black bag which
held nothing but a newspaper and one
or two law books. Business would
not come to hun. Nobody knew him,
andsndbody cared to know him.
There was, indeed, one man who
knew him-one who might, if he had
had any business whatever, have
proved q useful friend-Mr. Lionel
Winn, editor OF The Westborough In
dependent. The young lawyer had
made the acquaintance of Mr.. VIM
over the billiard table. But OF what
use was it to h4ve the means of get
ting . Aattering notice in the newspa-
par, when there was absolutely moth
ing TO notice?
II was nearly IL o'clock. Mr.. James
Boldon had been looking over his ledg-
ser and even his sanguine disposition
failed him, as he marked the state OF
things there disclosed. He rose from
the table with a groan, put on his that,
and, tellingh his solitary oficerboy who
was improving his time by boring
holes in the lid Of his desk) that he
would not be in till after lunch, he
sailed forth into the street.
Not having any particular object in
view, he thought he might as wellgo to
the railway station and get a London
Daper, and thither he directed his
steps.
After buying his paper, Boldon OBJ
served on the platform the station
master, whom he knew by sight, n
gagged in an angry alteration with an
elderly man, who looked like q farm
labOrer. A little crowd surrounded
tke diSpntants, and BoIdon sauntered
up tn see what was the matter.
"a ell'e ea'vecoomfrom Lamborne,
an, all pay no MORE said the man.
sYon must pay the fare from Lon
don 1 1.-The same" returned the sta
tion-mester, angrily; Here's the by
Ian. You a read it for yourself
that lis, if you car read"
.Naw, q CANT
well, it says that any one travel
ing without a ticket must pay the fare
from the station at which the train
started. How am / to know you only
got on at Lamborne?"
The dispute went on, the station
master, who had been a sergeant in
the guards and had great idea of the
Importance pf his Office and the neces-
sity Of enforcing the law, having evil
IDENTIFY the best 81 it. The young sole.
itor ventured to say sometiiingfor the
man, and was roughly advisedt to mind
his own business. This rather nettled
him; and as the poor man protested
that he could not pay the fare from
London-severl shillings and ten pence
and there was every prospect that
he would be taken before the magis-
trates, Bolden good-naturedly paid
the money for him, and the matter
was at an end.
Our hero walked abstractedly back
to his Office. bordering lei the hard
case of the poor mar whom he had
succored; aud his deliberations lasted
for some time.
On the following Saturday morning
Bolden omitted to shave, and stayed
indoors all day. After a substantial
early dinner he proceeded to make
some changes in his raiment. He put
on an old tweed suit considerably the
worse for ewear, and a pairof boots
that had seen better days. His hat
he took from q well-merited oblivion,
and finally adorned his neck with q
red and blue wooden comforter. Thus
equipped, he set out for walk to Lam
horne, q small town about ten miles
chn.