Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-11-28
CHAPTER v.


There is spur in anguish that only the
cruelty goaded know. Jacob had hitherto
been fairly successful, but had attained no
especial eminence in his profession, owing
to the easy comfort of happy surroundings.
He had shown occasional flashes of brill
fancy in some of the law cases he conduct
ed, but that was ALL
Now all his faculties seemed aroused and
intensified and he lived as he had never lived
before. He threw himself into his work
with force and recklessness that achieved
wonders.
In six months time he was famous. Peo-
pie crowded into the courtroom whenever
1t was known that young Jacob Lane was 10
speak. His logic was convincing, and his
eloquence carried his listeners along with
him, as il swept on by torrent 1t soon
came to be that he refused to take any but
great cases, and his time was worth more
in dollars and cents than that of any lawyer
in the city.
Within year he was rich enough TO
leave his modest home in Charles street and
move into one of the brown-stone mansions
on Fifth avenue. He did this because he
had a return of the old sti1ed feeling that
he used to feel as a boy in the mountains.
He wanted more room and air
What he would have do in those days
Of despair without little Ace il would be
hard to say. At times, when the hungry
longing TO see his wife again came over him,
it was only the sight of the wee blossom
face that kept him from self-destructioh
In the course Of time his pam grew less,
and gradually the wound was at last not
healed but SCARED over.
But in place Of the bright-faced, confident,
innocent, frank, clear-eyed youth, who in
his ioyousness, might have stood for O
statue of hope itself, was a pale, stern man,
whose every word was decisive and whose
every action had force and strength. At
home, on the street, he was quiet, reticent,
seeking no friendships, needing no man.
Only in the courtroom did the life within
him glow and leap and fash and burn,
arousing, astonishing and warning his
hearers. Right and wrong right and
wrongl That was his battle-cry, as his
bugle-notes denounced the wrong and
Numbered for the right. 1t seemed as IL
the one great evil he had suffered himself
had eaten into his very SOUL and that
naught could help him but righting all
wrongs for all men.
One evening, several years after Roses
desertion Of him, when he was sitting one
night in the library Of bis beautiful home,
Papa, hasn't dot any mamalr
"No, DEAR Jacob answered, gently; "sAe
is dead. told you once before"
"Poor mama,' said the child, kissing q
pretty French doll she held in her arms. al
wouldn't like TO be beaded and away from
my little durl"
Papa, hasn't dot any drandpa or brand
ma, eiverlt
aVes dear - ansvrarad Jacob na.iar.I,.
''but they 1--we far away from here, away up
in the mountains; don't you rememberi"
s'Oh, yes; members But I'd member
'em better, papa, If seed dem sometimes
Why don't dey tum and see US, papain
Why's Oh, don't know, dear, except,
perhaps, that never asked them"
''Oh, you funny pspai When drow big
I'll ask 90 to tum and see me, and I'll div
200 ice tream and lots Of tandyi Yes, I
VIII. Why don't zoo ask dem, papai I'd
like to see my drandpa aud drspdms.n