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Since we have begun on the subject, however, I think I ought to tell you that I have taken the case of Zeb Meader against the Northeastern Railroads." "Wahn't much need of telling me, was there?" remarked the Honourable Hilary, dryly. "I'd have found it out as soon as anybody else."
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.
Meader, although he had not been able to work since his release from the hospital, had been able to talk, and the interest taken in the case by the average neglected citizen in Putnam proved that the weekly newspaper is not the only disseminator of news. The railroad's side of the case was presented by that genial and able practitioner of Putnam County, Mr.
Tooting, giving Austen a friendly poke with his cigar. "You showed your usual acumen, Mr. Tooting," said Austen, as he rose to put on his coat. Mr. Tooting regarded him uneasily. "You're a deep one, Aust," he declared; "some day you and, me must get together." Mr. Billings' desire for ultimate justice not being any stronger than Austen suspected, in due time Mr. Meader got his money.
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."
Meader being now the only invalid there, he heard a sound which made him pause in the doorway. The sound was feminine laughter of a musical quality that struck pleasantly on Austen's ear. Miss Victoria Flint was sated beside Mr. Meader's bed, and qualified friendship had evidently been replaced by intimacy since Austen's last visit, for Mr. Meader was laughing, too.
"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.
You probably remember him in that Meader case, he isn't a man one would be likely to forget, and I know that this quarrel with his father isn't of Austen's seeking." "Oughtn't he to be told at once?" said Victoria. "Yes," said the doctor; "time is valuable, and we can't predict what Hilary will do. At any rate, Austen ought to know but the trouble is, he's at Jenney's farm.
"I knew you had this Meader business in mind," he said. "I knew you had fanciful notions about some things. Never told you I didn't want you here, did I?" "No," said Austen, "but " Would have told you if I hadn't wanted you wouldn't I?" "I hope so, Judge," said Austen, who understood something of the feeling which underlay this brusqueness. That knowledge made matters all the harder for him.
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.
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