Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1912-09-11
A Will and
Way

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school he settled in his old home town
Fairfield was a small place, not fal
from a large city. Sheldon figured II
out that he could live better on a Ger
tain income in Fairfield than on q
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 q
poor, young lawyer. So the poor,
young lawyer studied and struggled
along.
He had been struck by a peculiar
phase Of a 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-
err enthusiastically.
Urged by his confidence that he had
done a worthy ching, he set off for the
Sawyer home, determined to interview
MI. Sawyer. He was very civilly re.
ceived.
Quite an interesting article OF
yours" said the millionaire. 81 thank
you for the copy"
Frank bowed, then plunged. "Mr.
Sawyer, you must have seen that
love your daughter, but I've said moth.
ing until I felt assured of YOU con.
sent"
ooh, of course" interrupted Mr..
Sawyer. "How much did you get for
that article?"
"a few extra copies," said Frank,
blushing.
about what l thought" said Mr..
Sawyer. 'Now, Sheldon, I like you,
but liking doesn't count when a life
contract is involved. You've given all
only things that count are results 2
He paused, then added, Il 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 vas toiling up
the hill.
"Phew!" said the man. "Why don't
you keep carriages at the station?
Please tell me where / can find John
Sawyer's house?"
Because l don't keep a livery sta
ble," growled Frank. 1.-The Sawyers'
house is the large n on the hill"
The stout man pulled the Sawyer
doorbell and said, TEL 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 a young lawyer in this
village named Frank Sheldon. Know
him?"
Eyes, he was here a few minutes
ago. You probably met him." Mr..
Hunter chuckled. "Well we'll! 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 I want"
whats it all about?" asked Mr..
Sawyer.
Its 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.
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 a hundred thousand
dollars in litigation; that now he had
it in his power to upset their plans.
Edith Sawyer had heard the con-
v~ersation. 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
v~ersation, and, as he was leaving her,
whispered, eff 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 m
Frank smiled. ST suppose you are
testing, Mr.. Hunter?"
"Why, certainly not; it is a large
offer!"-
"Of course" said Sheldon, calmly,
SIN order to shorten this interview,
will name my own terms-a fee OF
| $4,000 and an equal share in the con.
tingent fund"
1T is preposterous," cried both to
gether.
Gentlemen, I bid you good-evening, y
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 MI. Sawyer
who nodded his head. "WeIl,' he
said, "give US a few minutes to think
it over"
Frank found Edith in the drawing.
room. He told her of the converse
ton. did I bid high enough?" he
asked. A glance at her eyes was
enough. At the end Of ten minutes {