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Eddy devotes forty-six pages to settling scores with half a dozen of her early students, charging one and another with theft, adultery, murder, blackmail, etc. The Reverend Mr. Wiggin, when he revised Mrs. Eddy's book in 1885, persuaded her to omit these vituperative passages on the ground that they were libelous. Mrs.
"Well, I must be getting along back to Pottsville!" mumbled Doc. "This has been a very pleasant trip very pleasant; and quite quite exciting. "What I'd like to know, Mr. Tutt," interrupted Miss Wiggin, "is how you justify your course in this matter.
"I don't say that all these people couldn't be squared; but it is right to tell you that I shouldn't be sufficiently degraded in my own estimation unless I was insulted with a very considerable bribe." "I've been all over those securities," Miss Wiggin informed Mr. Tutt as he entered the office one morning, "and not a single one of them is listed on the Stock Exchange."
"It's highly theoretical," commented Tutt. "As usual with our discussions." "Not so theoretical as you might think!" interrupted his senior, hastening to reenforce Miss Wiggin. "Nobody can deny that to be true to oneself is the highest principle of human conduct, and that ''tis man's perdition to be safe when for the truth he ought to die. That's why we reverence the early Christian martyrs.
"But," argued Mr. Tutt, abandoning his stogy, "isn't the making of a new law the same thing as changing an old law? And isn't changing a law essentially the same thing as breaking it?" "It isn't," replied Miss Wiggin tartly. "For the obvious and simple reason that the legislators who change the laws have the right to do so, while the man who breaks them has not."
"Well?" echoed Miss Wiggin. "H'm! Well!" concluded Mr. Tutt. "I nominate for the first pedestal in our Hall of Legal Ill Fame Raphael B. Hogan," announced Tutt, complacently disregarding all innuendoes. "But he's a very elegant and gentlemanly person," objected Miss Wiggin as she warmed the cups.
Then they clapped him on the back and he left them. He thought of his enemy and his hate, beating his rage like a failing horse, and treading the courage of his drink. Across a space he saw Wiggin, walking with McLean and Scipio. They were watching the town to see that his friends made no foul play. "We're giving you a clear field," said Wiggin. "This race will not be pulled," said McLean.
" the Police Court and the Coroner's Court," concluded Miss Wiggin, making him a mock curtsy. "Without these indicia of my profession and my individuality I should be like David without his sling or Samson without his hair. I should be merely Tutt, a criminal lawyer one of a multitude regarded perhaps as a shyster.
You remember that colored client of ours who wanted us to bring an action against somebody for calling him an Ethiopian!" "There's nothing dishonorable in being an Ethiopian," asserted Miss Wiggin. "A shyster," said Mr. Tutt, reading from the Century Dictionary, "is defined as 'one who does business trickily; a person without professional honor; used chiefly of lawyers." "Well?" snapped Tutt.
"Which, after all, is a good thing for it leaves us free to do as we choose so long as we don't harm anybody else," said Miss Wiggin. "Yet," her employer continued, "unfortunately or perhaps fortunately from our professional point of view our lawmakers from time to time get rather hysterical and pass such a multiplicity of statutes that nobody knows whether he is committing crime or not."
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