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It was an absolutely simple case." "Twahn't so much what ye did as how ye did it," said Mr. Redbrook. "It's kind of rare in these days," he added, with the manner of commenting to himself on the circumstance, "to find a young lawyer with brains that won't sell 'em to the railrud.
He's a pretty smooth talker, your fayther. Just dropped in to see how I be, since his son was interested. Talked a sight of law gibberish I didn't understand. Told me I didn't have much of a case; said the policy of the railrud was to be liberal, and wanted to know what I thought I ought to have." "Well?" said Austen, shortly. "Well," said Mr.
Ball, "don't talk so loud, Mr. Crewe." "What's the railroad got to do with it?" Mr. Crewe demanded. Mr. Ball glanced around him, to make sure that no one was within shouting distance. "What's the railrud got to do with anything in this State?" inquired Mr. Ball, craftily. "That's different," said Mr. Crewe, shortly, "I'm a corporation man myself. They've got to defend 'emselves." "Certain.
Williams of Devon, a town adjoining Mercer. "I used to think railrud gov'ment wahn't so bad until I come to the House this time," remarked a stocky member from Oxford; "it's sheer waste of money for the State to pay a Legislature. They might as well run things from the New York office you know that."
"Well, I don't know," continued Mr. Meader, thoughtfully, "the woman here tells me she comes regular in the summer time to see sick folks, but from the way she made up to me I had an idea that she wanted something. But I don't know. Thought I'd ask you. You see, she's railrud." "Railroad!" "She's Flint's daughter." Austen laughed. "I shouldn't worry about that," he said. "If Mr.
"I have an animus, your Honour," said the witness, quietly. "When the railrud is represented by the kind of politicians we have in Putnam, it's natural I should hain't it?" This answer, although stricken out, was gleefully received. In marked contrast to the earnestness of young Mr. Vane, who then rested, Mr.
Williams of Devon, a town adjoining Mercer. "I used to think railrud gov'ment wahn't so bad until I come to the House this time," remarked a stocky member from Oxford; "it's sheer waste of money for the State to pay a Legislature. They might as well run things from the New York office you know that."
There's a reason why they want this case hushed up, the way they've be'n actin'. I ain't lived in Mercer and Putnam County all my life for nothin'. Hain't I seen 'em run their dirty politics there under Brush Bascom for the last twenty-five years? There's no man has an office or a pass in that county but what Bascom gives it to him, and Bascom's the railrud tool."
Crewe, "don't scratch the varnish. What is it?" Mr. Ball shifted obediently to the rubber-covered step, and bent his face to his patron's ear. "It's railrud," he said. "Railroad!" shouted Mr. Crewe, in a voice that made the grocer clutch his arm in terror. "Don't pinch me like that. Railroad! This town ain't within ten miles of the railroad." "For the love of David," said Mr.
Ball, "don't talk so loud, Mr. Crewe." "What's the railroad got to do with it?" Mr. Crewe demanded. Mr. Ball glanced around him, to make sure that no one was within shouting distance. "What's the railrud got to do with anything in this State?" inquired Mr. Ball, craftily. "That's different," said Mr. Crewe, shortly, "I'm a corporation man myself. They've got to defend 'emselves." "Certain.
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