The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1902-01-31

was Standing alonGsiue the lretteu AT
torncy.
"Mr. Jones'" he said, gently, 81
think / ran get Clifford TO agree to a
continuance. l."
"John, you're a fool" growled
Jones, sneering; you don't know
Clifford; he wouldn't yield a point or
do a graceful thing for anyone. Be-
sides he hates Burrell and me as the
devil hates holy water. Scat, John!
He'd throw you out Of the Office"
"Well, I'm willing to give him a
try" said the drudge.
by George. then try!' roared
Jones, with a fash of appreciation;
"try it. John. Do you know him.
swell, | know about him." said the
neophyte. sinking a glance at the
scornful junior Burrell; anyhow, |
cant do worsc than fail"
"lll give you $50 II you succeed.
Fifty. Hear that. John! But. mind
you. no verbal business. | wouldn't
trust the old cormorant on his oath.
Make him write il down. sign il and
address it to the court. Its $50 for
you If YOU win"
And Cadawalladcr went back TO his
book and silently sat down and read.
Jones flash Of admiration for the
office scapcgoat dimmcd and went out
rs he noticed that the latter spent all
the forenoon without an effort to at
tack the dread Clifford. Noon came
and passed and at two o'clock Jones
came busting in. stood beside John
for an instant and sneercd:
"Wcll. have YOU lost your nerve. OF
was that a bluff you made thi. morn
ingg"
Cadwallader put down his book.
looked at the clock, sighed a bit
d~cprecaiingly and left the office.
Jones sat about and fumcd for an
hour. glancing at HI watch and ours
ing Clifford. the case. John and every.
body connected with his law business.
Iii. train was to leave at eight. A
six he was in a fury Of excited disap
pointmcnt. Then CadawalladeI
/ came in. went into the rear office
pulled out his old fiddle and. passin.
. Jones a. hewont out. said:
, I'll he back in an hour. Mr.. Jones
lIavca little patience, please
: Jone. could have ihumped III,
blase undcrling for hi, GOODNESS. Aft
p er wasting the whole day, to com
after his miserable fiddle and wal
4 out with it seemed to the bustlinI
: lawyer the acme Of wanton lcvity.
"Ill wait an hour for that idiot,
q he gruntcd, "but. by the everlasting
If he comes back without at least ha,
ing seen Clifford I'll fire him out q
this office forever
lie was in a fine frenzy when job.
came back with his fiddle under hi
arm and a dreamy look Of patient re,
o ignation on hi. broad face.
. "Wcll?" asked Jones. ready to mul
der the impcrturbablc young maj
= "Well:"
@ Cadwallader took OF his Goa
!, reached into his inside pocket. pulle
out a note. handed it to Jones an
n Sunk into the dark to bc,tow hi. oil
fiddle.
: GLOW in the name Of God did yc
D. get it, sang Jones. dancing with d.
light as he read the precious writin.
Ie Did YOU hypnotic him; Was
ID drunk
A. lie was counting out the $50
If had promised, aud John had fold,
A it away in his inside vest pocket b
" fore he answered.
,e "Iou know Clifford lives up in Il
old McClclland building. and he's 9,
an old organ up there. lie plays
,e every aftornoon-old fugucs al
ne etudcs that nobody knows. He pla.
or well. too-a hobby with him. ! que,
is and the only n he has. Nobo'
70. ever goes near him. and he locks hin
r, self in every afternoon and plays Il
I'd old organ. They wouldn't stand
or anywhere else, and that's why o
@. Clifford buries himself in hat dir
VS. old building,
IT. "What the ID has that got to
with the continuance:' grinncd t
il. radiant Jones.
Il went up there and listened
at his door till he began to play Chopil
s.. Noc,urne. Then ! raped on I