The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-19
Would! D !. You! Be YOUNG AgdR?
By GEORGE Il. HEPwoRTH.
copyright. 1898. by the Author.l
CHAPTER T.

o0oy WcTo called Cne learned counsel
on the other side, a species of fattery
in which lawyers delight to indulge. To
the outside world they figured as Thomas
Creighton and John Crandall, with
portentous esq" affixed.
Occupying adjoining offices in old
Trinity building, they were arduously
engaged In attracting clients, and when
the sterner work Of the day was over
Jack generally sauntered into Toms
room for half hour of badinage and
final smoke. They then Joined in
somewhat plaintive duet, the burden
OF which was that while tho clouds are
raining litigation "let some droppings
fall on me-"
II tell you, Jack, " said Tom, with a
sigh, as he rested his heels on his desk
and tipped back at an angle Of Is de-
grees "life In New York is about as
encouraging to fellows peace of mind
as buzzsaw would be-"
"Why, what's the matter, my boy?
Been having an unusually hard time
lately? ! thought you won that case of
Robinson versus Cobb. You have moth
ing to grumble about, take it,"
sWon it? Yes, Of course did. But
haven't had good nights sleep since
went into the fight. I'm all tagged
out. 1t strikes me that city fellows
ought to be made of wrought steel My
nerves are getting rampant, my head
feels as big as city hall and my legs
wabble as though had taken a dose of
hasheesh. /"
Brace up, Tom; brace up You are
in the race for fame and fortune, and
you made mighty sharp squirt in that
last affair. Everybody down town is
talking about it. You can soon put up
your prices and take things more easily.
Business is just like running-at first
you get all out OF breath and go putting
and blowing like an asthmatic locomo-
tive. but after awhile you reach your sec
ond wind, and then--well, then you're
all right, and devil take the hind,nost. -
'That's very encouraging way of
putting the matter, Jack, and I guess
you're about half right, but no more.
It's temperament, old fellow. Now,
your wheels are all oiled, and you slip
along without friction but l. bless you,
at S5-Im like the deacon's 'one horse
shay just before it dropped into kim
ding wood. IT I so on in this way, l
shall be baldheaded at 40 and a refuge
for rheumatism and govt and paralysis
and whole mob of aristocratic mala-
dies. l find myself longing for the old
college days when you and We're ruddy
checked and lazy, or the days later on
when we Went into bachelor quarters
and had such merry times that just
ache to live them all over again. y
Nonsense, Tom. Take q Turkish
bath or a blue pill It's rot your fate
that you should complain of, butt
well, what is it, then?'
"Why, your liver, Of course. You
are trying to do too much in too short a
time''
Possibly"
"No, not possibly, but certainly.
Climb on to tho back of a horse and take
hard trot in the park every day for
three months. That will make you lib
eral in religion, radical in politics and
better friend and father -
HIM! Yes, good advice to a man in
my circumstances. 1t would have to be
an imaginary ride on an imaginary
horse, rather think. The last time I
felt Of my purse was so sorry for my
self that went of and borrowed $40"
"Well, try your legs, then, OF go into
gymnasium and get up an appetite
Nine out OF ten of the miseries of life
come from poor digestion. Just feel
that muscle in my arm. That's all I've
got tomalSe my way in the world with. :"
By Jove, it's sumner! You ought
60 :Al>
arm like that -
"I've just put up a tenement house
instead''
Put up a tenement house! You must
be bowling athlete Put it up as you
would dumbbell I suppose. Why not
engage in dime museum? But, aside
from all nonsense, my boy, l think I'm
in bad way. Pm SO weak couldn't
draw az
"Get an artist to do it, then It's
his business, you know"
My hand trembles when try to
sign check even.''
know it wouldn't be paid I'm glad to
see you have some remnant of conscience
left. Come, walk homo and dine with
me. lts only SIX mules and will do you
good.
"Have you any alnbulances up your
way?''
"What for?''
"To bring my body home to sor-
rowing family
"Pshaw! What You need is to have
your legs stretched.
ssPerhans but nv immersion ic the,,
are quite long enough already. Well
drop all that for the moment, Jack.
Those We're gay old times, though,
when. we were young chaps, wcren' t.
they?"
eyes, Tom, for boys times they
were we'll enough, but for mans times
I think they would seem insipid. Now,
tell me if some giftie were to gle you
the power to roll backward the spool
on which yOllr wears arc wound wou1d