The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-08-12
HIS FIRST CLIENT.
BY Angus. Hasenfusz.

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To discover that clients We're not yet
regular visitors to his sanctum one only
needed to look at his desk, where II
very new looking volume OF the "Prus-
sian Civil Code" was resting side by
side with a costly ivory fan, which he
had broken the night before at n wine
supper with a circus rider, and on top
of an equally new and unused volume
of the Penal Code" We're two scented
letters On dainty paper, evidently from
a woman OF refinement. In the very
center of the desk vas a photo or a
beautiful but rather sensuous looking
woman OF typical southern features.
His rather pleasant face was very,
serious Just now. Everything had hap
pened so entirely different from what
lie had expected. Tomorrow the court
session was to open, and not one client
had appeared to ask for his services in
even the most Insignificant case, and
to think that the rich butcher and saul
sage manufacturer, MIR. Wermut, had
had the impudencc to tell him that he
did not want TO near of amy engage
neut between him. Franz Won der Hell
den. n blue blooded but poor lawyer,
and his own charming but plebelan
daughter. Ottilie, until he had pleaded
ut least one case in court.
To brown his sorrow the young attor-
ney had thrown himself into q mael-
strom of dissipation. He was in con-
slant attendance on the beautiful circus
rider. who seemed to favor him far
more than any of the many members
of the jeunesse doree who sighed for
her love. and he had u hopelessly in
debt for flowers and jewelry which she
could not live without.
Suddenly there vas a knock on the
door. His old boollkeeper, who sat in
the outside office pretending to keep
ina pinDJsN- accounts and tIaG AMMAN rcd
n Mr.. Wermuth. who
stood behind him With a bundle of legal
papers In his fat hand.
He deposited his mighty person in an
armchair. looked at the rather embar-
raised attorney n said with a'smile:
me here, Mr.. o der Holden, to give a
case into your hands, INC you may be
quite sure that If it was not because
Ottilie had nearly tortured the life out
OF me l should never have come. But
never mind. 1 have decided to risk it
win this case for me we shall be
friends. n 1 may be able to bring o
more business; but If you lose I will
send my daughter to a Swiss boarding
school and take care that YOU see
neither her nor me any more. / sup
pose you need money. and o may
ask your own price. and I shall give
10y ~ y w ~ s'A
any amount YOU may need"
Won der Helden's first impulse was to
order his impudent prospective father
in-law to leave his office at once, but
he controlled himself M began to look
through the papers which the sausage
manufacturer handed him. 1t was y
case concerning q disputed boundary
line. but it was evident that grave mis-
k had been made by the attorney
who had handled the business before
him, and for this reason Mr.. Wermut
had lost the case in the lower court.
While he was busy studying the pa
pers the young man nearly collapsed
when he saw how the utcher' eyes
We're riveted on the photograph Of the
beautiful circus rider. though strange
to say he had tact enough not to say
anything.
Three weeks later the case came up
in the first part of the civil court. Franz
Won der Helden made a we'll prepared
speech which made a great impression
on his wealthy client. and was jubilant
when the Judge ordered q special local
session on the disputed property, which
was part Of the large garden surround
Ing Mr.. Wermut's residence.
The month of May had come, with
beautiful weather. and everybody
hailed with Joy the advent of spring.
Only ottille Wermut. a beautiful girl
VI - WIN 5oioSll Ildll anu udTk Dlu0
eyes, would see nothing of all this. and
walked around as II dazed ever since
the day her father had come home and
told of the fan and photo on her lovers
desk. And now that faithless person
bad the audacity to walk up and down
below her vcranda as If nothing at all
had happened, and sven smile at her.
a few minutes later the members of
The court arrived, n after half an
hours debate she was surprised to see
her father and her faithless lover as
tend the steps, arm in arm.
What should she do? She would
not meet him at any cost: but where
rould she go? Looking around she
baW a door leading into q closet where
garden tools We're kept, md hurried in
there. The door closed behind her and
she found herself In a small, dark
could only be opened from the out
side. She heard her father enter the
house and. though she was not a little
afraid, no earthly power could make
her call the young lawyer to her as
%sistance. Suddenly she heard a noise
herself turn pale with horror. There
was no doubt there We're mice In tho
place, anc she had a deadly terror o,
mice. Her eyes, which had now be-
rome used to the darkness, could even
zee them on the floor close to her face.
CS ~ AZ OIle uedTu her,
though she could plainly hear Franz
walk up and down outside. !;
Mr.. Won der Helden!" she cried.
No answer. And the mice We're still
there; she could hear them move.
With the strength of despair she tried
to force the door, but it did not bulge.
Now she could hear steps right out
side. Her pride was gone, and She
cried, with tears:
"Oh. Franz! Franz! Help me! Open
the door, or l shall die!"
The door was torn open and Franz
Won der Helden held her fainting form
in his rms. just as Mr.. Wermut ap-
peared on the sceSe with a bottle OF
old Burgundy and glasses.
II suppose l shall have to send soma
M more business asl your way, now" wa,
fee o have asked in this case YOU
are rather hish-priced."
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