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THE UNDER DOG
By Oscar .Mason.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Cyrus Connor was the. big dog in
Maxwell, and all the littledogs held
him in exaggerated fear, 'as Arthur
Rogers speedily discovered after he
had hung out his sign as a lawyer
and settled down, with Mollie, in a
neat, trim house just outside that
bustling small town.
"You can't do business here unless
"y Connor's agreeable," a neighbor
"Five Hundred Dollars," He Said.
told him. And here was the widow.
Sharpies, whose land adjoined Con
nor's, wanting to sue him for enclos
ng a few square yard's of land which
-ere manifestly hers, and not a law
er in town dared take her case.
"Arthur," said his wife, "you aren't
eally going to take that case against
Connor? Why, you'll be boycotted all
over town if you do. He has the bank
and the tradesmen and everyone un
der his thumb. It's madness. It means
our ruin." .
'"But it's right, my dear," said Rog
ers, and presently Mollie began to see
it in that light, too.
"You see, if a lawyer doesn.'t do his
duty, just as it comes to him, he
might as well shut up shop anyway,"
Arthur Rogers explained. "I'm not
going to sell my soul to make myself
popular with that hulking bully. Well
starve first, dear."
"We'll starve all right," replied
Mollie, smiling through her tears.
"But I guess you're right, my dear.'
"If you take that case of that crazy
old woman you may as well move out
when your year's up," blustered Con
nor, meeting Rogers in town. "You
won't get another case while you're
in Maxwell. I'm top dog here."
"That's why I'm helping the under
dog," answered Rogers.
The case came on and the widow
Sharpies obtained her land. Then she
came up to Rogers' office.
"I can't pay ye yet," she shrilled.
"I.didn't know they'd cast me in court
"Pay when you can, Mrs. Shar
pies," the, young lawyer answered.
But he heard no more about his mod
est fee, and when three months .had
gone and not a single case had come
to him, he realized', that old Connor's
threat was being made good.
Connor enjoyed his revenge too
much to keep quiet about it. All
Maxwell was speculating how long
Rogers would be able to hold out.
He himself estimated that he was
good for about five weeks, with econ
omy, and three if Mollie and he en-:
joyed such luxuries as meat, coffee
and church contributions.
"Wa'al, how're ye making out?"
Connor would drawl, when he met
him. "Kinder expensive -helping the
under dog, ain't it?"
Rogers would laugh, and his laugh
filled Connor with hatred and a cer
tain admiration for the man. How
long could Rogers hold out? Connor
had never met a man of his type be
fore. He felt toward him that im
potent fury that bad men feel toward