The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-11-09
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GATHERING THE ENDS
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 Beckwith had returned from New, York. where he had gone to settle. on behalf of the heirs of John AItenburs. with the receivers of the Venezuelan Syndicate. Under instructions he had turned over the entire estate. 1t being impossible to determine accurately what part might have been acquired honestly. and what part was the pro- ceeds of the embezzlement. Beckwith himself had protested until he was hoarse against such an unbusinessifke act. averring that fair terms of settle ment could be obtained that would more than satisfy men who had never locked to obtain a dollar. and still leave a substantial sum for the heirs Calden. however. had set his face like flint against such a proposition. and his family had obstinateIy supported him.
 I'll take no chances of a dollar of that stolen money ever coming to me on mine." he said. and stuck to 1t.
 But" Beckwith urged. the estate is far more in amount than the money stolen from the syndicate If they get their own"
 That money was the foundation of the whole thing" answered Calden. "l shall draw no line between the two" So Beckwith was back. feeling that the only part of the affair that ap- preached his ideal was the dismissal Of the indictments. the reversal of the order of insanity. and a record of the court that would stand forever as a vi ind dfraf hE- ment of the affairs of the syndicate. I'm not sayinE." explained Beck with. who felt a little pride in the sweeping character of the court record he had secured. that all this isn't worth far more than money. but 1t \ wasn't an election between the two. These things you should have had. and this other you should not have gone without"
 we are satisfied" said calden.
 But I'm not," declared Beckwith. '1 suppose. now you don't need me any more. that don't natter
 CaIden smiled at the irritation Of the lawyer. which was all on behalf of his clients. from whom he had refused to take a cent beyond the retainers. It's the first time I've kissed my wife for nearly eleven years" said Cal den. with the feeling that I did SC as an absolutely free man. and he stopped and gave her a kiss that brought a flush of new life to her cheek. which had already grown round CT and younger in the weeks that had passed since Trafford came back from Canada with the vindication papers.
 Horace Calden kissed his mother and | grasped his fathers hand.
 ''Jt's all right he said 'I shal never live long enough to. wish that we had retained a dollar of that money"
 "Nor l." said Judith. t.'Nothing less would have been right. and you. MT GrumbIer." she said. turning to Beck with. ."know it as well as we do. half believe you're ill-huu,ored because you thought you had to adxise us | otherwise"
 You're a set of obstinate. opinion ated idealists." he exclaimed. "1f the world were made up on these lines ths lawyers would simply. starve- And a: for you" he declared. accepting Horace as a means of getting out of. his posi- l tion. I'm going to give you one mark | You're the worst client a lawyer ever had If they were all like you starv- ing would be a happy release" .'Oh." said Horace. you must re- member it was my first experiencs with the tribe. I'll know better next