The New York herald., 1922-10-08
The First Trials of a
Young Lawyer


maiden name. I have since been informed.
she established something of a reputation
for herself. Her title to fame, believe,
was earned first by a skillful welding of
the tennis racquet. Also, it seems. at
swimming she was not much worse than
Helen Wainwright. Aileen Riggin or
Ethelda Bleibtrey. My object is not to
insinuate. however, that she could have
expelled all three of us by brute force.
1--WE came here, ma'am, to take away
some Of your furniture" explained the
Marshal. "Its all right. There amt nothin'
to worry about because this order lex
hibiting it] was signed by the Judge. and
If the lady here doesn't win the case you
get the stuff back and she pays the ex-
penses."
But Mrs. Agar dashed for the parlor win
dow. She glanced up and down the street
hurriedly. then screamed:
Police! Policel"
The Marshal heard the policemans quick
but heavy steps on the staircase and went
into the hallway to meet him. They had
met before. many's the time. under circum-
stances precisely like these. They entered
the apartment together. The policeman
listened to Mrs. Agars brief wall, then said
that the Judges signature to the order was
gen-u-wine (though I suspect he had not
taken the trouble even to look at it) and
that Mrs. Agar must allow the articles to
be taken away as the court ordered.
A Woman Drives Home Her Protest.
The packing was done by the Marshal.
He was quite methodical and unsenti-
mental about it, while my client addressed
Mrs. Agar in terms of deep compassion,
deploring her own husbands wild streak
that had led to such a trying situation
for both women. I myself was half tempted
to chime in with words of sympathy, for
certainly Mrs. Agar was innocent enough
Of any wrongdoing. yet was being har-
assed, though necessarily so. But the two
women kept up buzz Of condolences with
excluding effect, Mrs. Agar plying any
woman whose husband sold her out and
left her penniless and on the mercy of
the world.
Then-then came the checking up proc
ess. and we discovered that two orna-
ments, heirlooms among heirlooms in my
clients estimation. had not been taken.
But on the mantelpiece some irregular OBJ
jects were covered with threeply cheese
cloth. which, as I recall it, had not been
curtafning off any specimens of interior
art when we entered. L whispered to the
Marshal who walked leisurely to the
mantelpiece, Mrs. Agar must have had an
especial liking for these heirlooms-yes, an
affection that We'd with my clients. AS
soon as the Marshal lifted the veil she
began to denounce me In merciless and,
thought, undeserved superlatives.
"Y-you-you shyster lawyer!" she finally
cried
Suddenly that right arms of hers 80
splendidly exercised at tennis and rounded
out by the trudgeon and the breast stroke.
flashed straight out and caught me in the
stomach. She knocked the wind completely
out OF me so that I fell to my knees.
gasping for breath, but. for a while, in
vain. After some writhing, and despite
first aid that my client felt compelled to
administer. I was able to stand up after
more than the ten technical seconds had
elapsed. But we finally got all
those ornaments out
At the trial we lost. / appealed and a new
trial was ordered. Before the date of the
second trial my client and her husband.
largely through my efforts, became recon-
cfled. the replevin case was dropped and the
reunited couple lived happily ever after
ward.
How much of a fee did get? All, speak