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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 08, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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thovs whohi liey persecute, wltnoUt
being able tbiireak their spirit.
As a matter of facjt, Mbllie was
inbre enthusiastic than. Rogers. ''I'd
rather have" to leave town, my deaf,
than have you do wtiat is wrong;"
she said. That encouraged Rogers
wonderfuiiy, only there would be
three ii .the" family at no remote date,
and Dllslne'ss waS nil. Not even tKe
pblice c'dtfrt cdses were referred to
him, eases wfiibh every ybung lawyer
iriay; fairly look upon as possible per
qiiisites, for t!onrior was influential
tHtKjhe police department, Shd" the
defense of pTisohifs unprovided with
c'bUhsel wis assigned to others.
At last one-week remained. Rogers
knew that he was beaten, lie would
flack Snd move out, not brazenly, hot
se'eretiy,. but with the same candor
that He had always shown, acknowl
edging fils Hefeat, but unbroken In
spirits
But when Connor met , him 1h the
slfeit about that time he did" not
tflnt him, but lbked at him, hesitat
ed, and then spoke to him.
"Mr. Rogers' he began, "I'm coni
ng ujp t6 your, office. If yoti're hot
busy."
"CBme right along," said RBgers,
ahd MaxfaeTlwofidered to See thealr
walking" through the Btreets' side by
sloe.
' Once inside the bare little office,
Eo.wfever, Cbnnbr seemed to collapse.
He sank hitp a hair ahJ jressed' a
haridkerehler to his damp forehead.
r,Mr; Rogers," he said'wfien i'tpid
5U I was tfie big dog in Maxwell I
guess, t forgot the Electric Biterur
ba'fi. Tfieyve got a claim on me for
$25,000 for the income on Friar's
Green,, which I've counted my own
tfie iatst twenty years. JIH ruin me
If they 'caii make good on It"
4,Cah they?" asked Rogers.
"No, sir," answered Corihdfs,
bringing his -fist down violently. "But
mere ain't a lawyer in this town I'd
trust except ybu to handle my case.
Whatil it be wbrtfi to you?"
Rbgers rejected. "Five hundred
dollars,' he" Said, "b'iij: I won't take
the case unless' I s"ee that I can win.
Send hie the papers atonce."
Connor looked at him in a sort of
stupefaction; then, without another
word-, he hutoned his cbat and went
fiiit.
I The nailers arrived an h'otir later.
Rogers, did not go home until ,he had;
examined therii carefully. Then he
went and told Moilie.
"It's a clear case," he explained.
"We'll win,. and we'Uget five hundred,
and and he ban will be lifted. You
see, dear, If, I hadn't taken the wid
ow's case, why Connor wouldn't have
come to me. I tell you, honesty pays."
"There'B a letter for you from the
Electric Interurbah," answered his
wife, "it came this afternoon "by spe
cial delivery, but I wouldn't disturb
yon-" t,
Rogers -$bre it operand read it
hastily. Th8 compariyqte'tfi'at, aft
er examining the records' of' th& vari
ous lawyers in Maxwell; they had de
cided to place tt htejiands ascertain
case againsJyrus' 'Corijior"' in
volving tfie sulmpf $25,000, Fjot this
they wourd off er'hiin-an. advance re
tainer of 5.3,000; v "
He handed thelejler to Moilie si
lently dwhileiflhe was reading it,
Connor came, ihto the fiou&e.
"I've" got tO Have' ydur 'aiiswer, Mr.
Rogers," he began, "i can't wait any
longer you've got to take my case.
I'll pay you your $500 tomSrrdw, My
God, don't go back on me, Mr. Rog
ers!" "Mr. Connors," said Rogers, "I've
looked into your papers and they're
fill right I'll takd the case."
'"'And youH never regret .it," cfied
Connor Impulsively. "Say, I'm damn
ed Sony I've treated youso mean. I
guess., though,, youH find business
pretty Brisk hereafter."
"Never mind, Mr. COnripf," an
swered the young lawyer. "I'm not
thinking of future business."
"You ain't, eh?" cried the other,
staring at him. "Then would you
mind teliing me why you're going to

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