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Featherton, "and good-morning." As the young man went up the street, an announcement card in the window of a publishing house caught his eye. It was the announcement of the next Sunday's number in a series of addresses which the local business men were giving before the Y.M.C.A. It read, "'How a Christian young man can get on in the law' an address by a Christian lawyer H.G. Featherton."
"It means, last winter, at Featherton Hall, Hugh, I got into a wild set of girls there, and one of our amusements was sending out for suppers late in the evening; the servants would do anything for money, and they were always willing to go over to Evins, and get what we wanted for a small bribe.
I think he has with him the very thing we want." "Doesn't seem to be about his person," observed Appleson, as he carefully felt about the clothing of the unfortunate Tom. "Very likely not. It's too bulky. But there's his motor-cycle over there. It looks as if what we wanted was on the back of the saddle. Jove, Featherton, but I think he's coming to!"
"Well, it's wonderful," said one of his visitors, "how the colored boys stood by you." "Yes, I have been a friend to the colored people, and they know it," said Featherton. It would be some months before His Honor would take his seat on the bench, and during that time, Halliday hoped to finish his office course.
"I'm not sure, Mr. Featherton; it all depends upon my getting something to do." "You want to go to work, do you? Hum, well, that's right. It's work makes the man. What do you propose to do, now since you've graduated?" Bert warmed at the evident interest of his old friend. "Well, in the first place, Mr. Featherton," he replied, "I must get to work and make some money.
Tom stirred uneasily and moved his arms, while a moan came from between his parted lips. "I've got some stuff that will fix him!" exclaimed the man addressed as Featherton, and who had been operating the automobile. He took something from his pocket and leaned over Tom. In a moment the young inventor was still again.
He could try nothing more that morning. It had brought him nothing but rebuffs. He hastened home and threw himself down on the sofa to try and think out his situation. "Do they still require of us bricks without straw? I thought all that was over. Well, I suspect that I will have to ask Mr. Featherton to speak to his head-waiter in my behalf. I wonder if the head-waiter will demand my diploma.
The lad dashed through the woods toward the hut near which he had seen Morse. He and Mr. Sharp reached it about the same time. As they came in front of it out dashed Happy Harry, the tramp. He was followed by Morse and the man named Featherton. The latter carried a black valise. "Hey! Drop that!" shouted Mr. Sharp. "Drop nothing!" yelled the man. "Go on! Go on!" urged Morse. "Take to the woods!
I thought you agreed to call me Featherton," interrupted the chauffeur, turning to Morse and Appleson. "Oh, so we did. I forgot that this lad met us one day, and heard me call you Simpson," admitted Morse. "Well, Featherton it shall be. But we haven't much time. It's stopped raining, and the roads will soon be well traveled.
Featherton met him reaffirmed in his mind the belief that at last the lawyer had determined to give him a chance. He was almost deferential as he asked Bert into his private office, and shoved a chair forward for him. "Well, you've been getting on, I see," he began. "Oh, yes," replied Bert, "I have been getting on by hook and crook." "Hum, done any studying lately?"
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