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The Honourable Hilary retired to rest; but if Austen had known it not to sleep until the small hours of the morning. It was not until the ensuing spring that the case of Mr. Zebulun Meader against the United Northeastern Railroads came up for trial in Bradford, the county-seat of Putnam County, and we do not wish to appear to give it too great a weight in the annals of the State.
"I have learned typewriting, and I am excellent in spelling, and Miss Meader is teaching me stenography," she said, simply. "If if the money should should stop coming any time, I thought I would better know how to go about supporting myself." "Ha!" He stared at her then with some emotion which sent a quick wave of color into his unhealthy cheek. "What's that for?" he demanded, at last.
Meader willing to listen, but otherwise strangely non-committal. With native shrewdness, the farmer asked him what office he came from, but did not confide in Mr. Tooting the fact that Mr. Vane's son had volunteered to wring more money from Mr. Vane's client than Mr. Tooting offered him.
But in this matter he possessed a certain self-confidence which arose from a just and righteous anger against the forces opposing him and a knowledge of their tactics. To his mind his client was not Zeb Meader alone, but the host of victims who had been maimed and bought off because it was cheaper than to give the public a proper protection. The court room was crowded. Mr.
But he came of a stock which had for generations thrust its roots into the crevices of granite, and was not easily killed by steam-engines. Austen Vane called twice, and then made an arrangement with young Dr. Meader as soon as he was able to sustain a conversation. Dr. Tredway, by the way, was a bachelor, and had been Austen's companion on many a boisterous expedition.
Flint sent his daughter with fruit to everybody his railroad injures, she wouldn't have time to do anything else. I doubt if Mr. Flint ever heard of your case." Mr. Meader considered this, and calculated there was something in it. "She was a nice, common young lady, and cussed if she didn't make me laugh, she has such a funny way of talkin'. She wanted to know all about you."
You don't know my father, Mr. Vane. He isn't the kind of man with whom that would make any difference. You ought to talk it over with him. He thinks you were foolish to take Zeb Meader's side." "And you?" Austen demanded quickly. "You see, I'm a woman," said Victoria, "and I'm prejudiced for Zeb Meader. Women are always prejudiced, that's our trouble.
"And I want to tell you one thing, as an old man. I've been talkin' to Putnam County folks some, and you hain't lost nothin' by this." "How am I to get along without the friendship of Brush Bascom?" asked Austen, soberly. Mr. Meader, who had become used to this mild sort of humour, relaxed sufficiently to laugh. "Brush did seem a mite disgruntled," he remarked.
They will send some one to you and offer you a sum far below that which you ought in justice to receive, You ought to fight this case." "How am I going to pay a lawyer, with a mortgage on my farm?" demanded Mr. Meader. "I'm a lawyer," said Austen, "and if you'll take me, I'll defend you without charge." "Ain't you the son of Hilary Vane?" "Yes." "I've heard of him a good many times," said Mr.
Nat Billings, who, by the way, did not file his draft after all. Not that Mr. Billings wasn't polite, but he indulged no longer in slow winks at the expense of the honourable Railroad Commission. Perhaps the most curious result of the Meader case to be remarked in passing, was upon Mr. Hamilton Tooting. Austen, except when he fled to the hills, was usually the last to leave the office, Mr.
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