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Juddson, who had already shut the door behind him, and Mrs. Tarbell felt aggrieved. So much aggrieved, in fact, that she found it impossible to return to the law-journal. "I suppose I need a sedative," she said to herself. "If I were a man, I would put my feet up on the table and light a cigar, or no! I would never practise that vilest form of the vice."

Tarbell, and have often wished to tell his widow alas that I should have to call her so! how certain I am that she will succeed in the career she has chosen, and how deeply I grieve that her husband could not have lived to find in her a better adviser than I ever could have been to him." Messrs. I mean Mrs. and Mr. Tarbell and Juddson were just moving into their new offices when Mr.

Tarbell had no interest in Mullany, and the most she ought to do was to ask about him in an off-hand way in the street-car on the way home. Mr. Juddson discovered the paper for which he was searching, and turned toward the door. "Are you going out?" said Mrs. Tarbell. The door was already half open. "Reference before Murray. Back at one," was all Mr. Juddson deigned to say.

Tarbell had always been exempt from jury duty, and her brother told her that, historically speaking, she ought to be called equestrienne, if she was to have any title: so it seemed that it was only left to her to wait for clients and contemplate her sign. The sign read, Ellen G. Tarbell, Alex. H. Juddson, Attorneys-at-Law. Commissioner for Colorado. Mrs.

Tarbell's desk, upon which he sat himself down in a position which Mrs. Tarbell had formerly considered very undignified; but now she could not help feeling that it was really a legal attitude. She looked up with a smile, and then, though with a little shame, displayed the precipe. "Well, that's good," said Mr. Juddson. "Accident case, I suppose. What is it?

Juddson?" But Mr. Juddson had the picture of Chief-Justice Marshall and the map of the battle-field of Gettysburg, so he was not so badly off; and Mrs. Tarbell was very comfortable. She was just musing over her future, and saying to herself, "When I die, I know that they will call a bar-meeting, and that Mr. Pope will make a eulogy on my character," when the door opened, and Mr. Juddson came in.

It was reported at the time that Mr. Juddson said he hoped his sister would go and read law, if anywhere, in Colorado, for which State it was he, of course, who was the commissioner; but, whether this report were true or not, Mrs. Tarbell stayed at home and pursued her studies under his direction.

"Do not think of that for a moment," said Mrs. Tarbell. "If I only had my cologne-bottle," she said, half aloud, in an apologetic voice. This was one of the luxuries she had refused herself in her professional toilet; more than this, she did not allow herself to carry a smelling-bottle, though Mr. Juddson had told her it could be used with great effect to disconcert an opposing counsel.

"And I never knew who I was talking to!" grumbled Mecutchen disgustedly. A quarter of an hour later, when Mr. Juddson returned to his office, Mrs. Tarbell was engaged in drawing up a paper which ran as follows: Issue summons in case returnable the first Monday in May, 1883. TARBELL, pro plff. It was a precipe for a writ. "Alexander!" said Mrs.

Mrs. Tarbell returned to business-life immediately. "Did you find Mullany?" she said. Mr. Juddson, a tall, black-whiskered man of about fifty, rubbed his hands for a moment over the fire, and then answered shortly that he had found Mullany. "What did he say?" "Oh, what I expected," said Mr. Juddson, turning over the papers on his table. He disliked unnecessary questions. Mrs.