The Glenwood post., 1912-08-31
A Will and
a Way

school he settled in his old home town
Fairfield was small place, not far
from large city. Sheldon figured II
out that he could live better on a Ger.
tain income in Fairfield than on a
doubtful prosperity in a large city
There was something else. Edith
Sawyer lived in Fairfield.
But the Hon. John Sawyer, railroad
magnate, could not appreciate an at.
tachment between his daughter and a
poor, young lawyer. So the poor,
young lawyer studied and struggled
along.
He had been struck by a peculiar
phase of great case that was being
tried at a nearby city. The law jour.
nal which printed his article on the
subject commented on his views rath-
er enthusiastically.
Urged by his confidence that he had
done a worthy thing, he set off for the
Sawyer home, determined to interview
Mr. Sawyer. He was very civilly re-
ceiyed.
Quite an interesting article OF
yours" said the millionaire. 81 thank
you for the copy
Frank bowed, then plunged. MIR.
Sawyer, you must have seen that !
love your daughter, but I've said moth
ing until | felt assured of your con.
sent"
"Oh, of course" Interrupted Mr..
Sawyer. "How much did you get for
that article?"
"a few extra copies," said Frank,
blushing.
About what ! thought" said Mr..
Sawyer. Now, Sheldon, | like you,
but liking doesn't count when a life
contract is involved. You've given all
your time and trouble for nothing. The
only things that count are results" :"
He paused, then added, u don't think
| need say any more"
81 thank you for your candor," said
Frank, rising. Goodnight" He
rushed out of the house, and down
the street almost ran into a stout,
elderly gentleman who was toiling up
the hill.
"Phew!" said the man. why doA't
you keep carriages at the station?
Please tell me where / can find John
SaWyerS houSe!
Because | don't keep a livery sta
BILE" growled Frank. THE Sawyers'
house is the large one on the hill.''
The stout man pulled he Sawyer
doorbell and said, Tell Mr.. Sawyer
that John Hunter wants to see him."
Mr.. Sawyer almost ran downstairs.
"Why, this is an honor What brought
you here?"
you've got young lawyer in this
village named Frank Sheldon. Know
him?'
Yes, he was here a few minutes
ago. You probably met him" Mr..
Hunter chuckled. "Well, well. That's
one on me- Asked him why he didn't
keep a carriage at the station, and he
snapped back that he didn't keep a
livery stable. He's the man l want. -
whats it all about?" asked Mr..
Sawyer.
IT'S about that article the young
man wrote. He has struck the right
lead on that case of ours. Is he all
right, honest, reliable?"
81 think he is" said Mr.. Sawyer,
slowly.
Then send note to him at once,
asking him to come"
After the note was sent. Mr.. Hunter
explained that the discovery of the
young man, if known at the beginning.
might have saved hundred thousand
dollars in litigation; that now he had
1t in his power to upset their plans.
Edith Sawyer had heard the con-
versation. She was standing on the
step watching the moonlight when
Sheldon arrived. She put her fingers
to his lips She told him OF the con-
versation, and, as he was leaving her,
whispered, IF you don't bid high for
yourself, you needn't bid for me-"
There was a deal OF hemming and
having in the ensuing conversation.
Frank saw that they were veering
around to an offer. Finally, the prop
osition came.
Frank smiled 81 suppose you are
jesting, Mr.. Hunter?"
"Why, certainly not; 1t is a large
offer!"-
"Of course" said Sheldon, calmly.
I'm order to shorten this interview, L
will name my own terms-a fee OF
500, 900 and an equal share in the con-
tingent fund"
1T is preposterous," cried both to.
gether.
Gentlemen, bid you good-evening,"
said Sheldon, rising and walking to
the door.
Hold on there" said Mr.. Hunter.
Il shall certainly hold on the terms
given" Frank said. "Others will pay
more"
Mr.. Hunter looked at Mr.. Sawyer,
who nodded his head. WELL" he
said, "give us few minutes to think
It over"
Frank found Edith in the drawing
room. He told her of the conversa-
ton. "Did / bid high enough?" he
asked. A glance at her eyes was
enough. At the end of ten minutes a