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MANY WATERS BY MARGARET DELAND
ILLUSTRATED BY REINHOLD PALENSKE
(Copyright, 1913, by the Newspaper
'True bill; I'm awfully sorry."
Thomas Fleming did not speak.
The other man, his lawyer, who had
brought him the unwelcome news,
began to make the best of it.
"Of course, it's an annoyance;
"Well, yes. It's an annoyance,"
Fleming said dryly.
Fleming knocked the ashes from
his cigar. He was silent.
"As for Hammond, he won't have
a leg to stand on. I don't know what
Ellis & Grew meant by letting him
take the case before the grand jury.
He won't have a leg to stand on!"
"What has Hammond got to sup
port his claims anyhow?" Bates con
tinued. It is his opinion that you
pinched $3,000 from the Hammond
estate? His memory of something
somebody said 12 years ago, and an
old check. Well, we won't do a thing
His client stood absently locking
and unlocking his desk. "I suppose
it wjU be in the evening papers?" he
"Oh, I guess so," the younger man
said easily. "The findings of the jury
were reported this morning. Plenty
of time for the editions."
"Then I'll take an early train
home," Thomas Fleming said quick
ly. "My wife " he paused.
"Doesn't Mrs. Fleming know about
it?" the lawyer said, surprised.
"No," the other man said gloomily.
"I didn't want her to worry over it.
But, of course, now she's got to
The lawyer behind nidi, at the of
fice door, hesitated.
"Fleming, really, it isn't going to
'amount to anything. Of course, I
know how you feel about Mrs. Flem
The man at the window turned
round. "Rather than have her dis
turbed, I'd compromise on it. I'd pay
him. I'd "
The lawyer raised his eyebrows.
"This time, I think, Hammond is
honest. I guess he really believes he
has a case, but Ellis & Grew are
sharks, and you'd be encouraging
blackmail to compromise. Anyway,
you couldn't do it. Grew volunteered
,the information that their man
'couldn't be bought off'; he meant
to put it through, Grew said. I told
him they'd got the wrong pig by the
ear. I told him that Thomas Fleming
wasn't the kind of man who pur
chases peace at the cost of principle.
They're shysters, and I gave 'em
plain talk. Now, don't let Mrs. Flem
ing take it to heart. Tell her I say
it will be a triumph!"
He went off, laughing. Fleming
took up his black cloth bag and pok
ed about among some papers; then
unlocked his desk, and found what
he had been looking for a box of
candy for his wife. A minute later he
was in the street. As he moved along
with the surge of the homeward
bound crowd, he looked doubtfully
into the flower stores; he wished he
had bought violets for Amy instead
of candy; he had taken her candy
last Saturday. He debated whether
he had not better get the violets, too,
but decided against them, because
Amy was stern with him when, he
was extravagant for her sake. She
never saw extravagance in any pur
chase he made on his own account!
So Fleming, smiling, forbore to add
a bunch of violets to his box of
candy. After all, it was his thought
that would bring the delicate and
happy color up into her face, not the
gift itself. They were very happy,
these two; perhaps because they
were only two. There had been a
baby, but it had only lived long
enough to draw them very close to
gether, and not, as sometimes hap-
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