Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1899-02-03

they were called "the learned counsel
on the other side, " species of flattery
i'll 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 the clouds are
raining litigation "let some droppings
fall on me.
81 tell you, Jack" said Tom with a
sigh, as he rested his heels on his desk
and tipped back at =" a gle of 40 de-
grees, life in NeN. 1rk is about as
encouraging to fellow peace of mind
rs a buzzsaw would be. "
"Why what's the matter, my boy?
Been having an unusually hard time
lately? l thought you won that case of
Robinson versus Cobb. You have moth
ing to grumble about, take it.
'Won 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 dose of
hasheesh. "
Brace up, Tom; brace up You are
i'll the race for fame and fortune. and
you made mighty sharp squirt i'll 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 hindmost "
That's a very encouraging way of
putting the matter, Jack, and | 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 |, bless YOU
at 35-I'm like the deacon's 'one horse
shay just before it dropped into kin
ding wood. If go on i'll this way, l
shall be baldheaded at 40 and a refuge
for rheumatism and govt and paralysis
and a whole mob of aristocratic mala-
dies. l find myself longing for the old
college days when you and were ruddy
checked and lazy, or the days later on
when we went into bachelor quarters
and had such merry times that l just
ache to live them all over again
Nonsense, Tom. Take Il Turkish
bath or blue pill. It's not your fate
that you should complain of, butt
well, what is it, them"
''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 the 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 i'll politics and
a better friend and father.
'H IN! Yes, good advice to IA man in
my circumstances. 1t would have to be
an imaginary ride ON an imaginary
horse, l rather think. The last time |
felt of my purse l was SO sorry for my
self that went off and borrowed $40"
well, try your legs, then, or 90 into
a 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 to make my way in the world with. 4"
"By Jove, it's a sumner! You ought
to 60 round lifting mortgages with an
arm like that "
1--WE just put up tenement house
instead.
Put up tenement housed You must
be bowling athlete. Put it up as you
would a dumbbell, suppose. Why not
engage i'll dime museum? But, aside
from all nonsense, my boy, | think 1 IN
in bad way. I'm SO weak L 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"
$50 would mine, Tom, for l should
know it wouldn't be paid. I'm glad to
bGO you lltlN We SOllG VI COllStltllt6
left Come, walk home and dine with
me. It's only six miles and will do you
good "
"Have you any ambulances up your
way"
"What for?''
'"To bring my body home to sor-
yrowl.ug family"
"Pshaw What you need is to have
your legs stretched"
Perhaps, but my impression is they
are quite long enough already. Well
drop all that for the moment, Jack.
Those were gay old times, though,
when we were young chaps, weren't
hhey?"
Eyes, Tom, for boys times they
rwere well enough, but for mans times
il THINK they would seem insipid. Now,
tell pe if some giftie were to gle you
the power to roll backward the spool
oon which your years are wound, would
you do it? You say you would like to
ibe boy again, but aren't you joking,
old fellow"
Would be willing to take leap
backward, say, to 20, and the oyster
suppers, the euchre parties, the bets on
our favorite horses, the jolly evenings