By Harold Carter.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"When Cyril Blair saw a stylishly
gowned young woman" look at the
brass plate which adorned his office
door, hesitate, and then enter, he as
sumed an air of intense preoccupa
tion. This is a common habit of
young lawyers who can still count
1 1 1 . r
"You Are a Scoundrel, Sir!"
the cases that they have had upon
the fingers of their hands.
He rose and bowed courteously as
she entered. He recognized her as
Miss Nancy Lawrence, a girl with
high school connections in the town.
She sat down and looked at him
rather in wonder.
"You look very young to be a law
yer, Mr. Blair," she began.
"I assure you that will not invali
date my plea before the court," he
"Well," she said, "suppose I tell
you my case. You see, I wanted a
.young lawyer, an un " She flushed
and bit her lip.
"An unknown young man, he fin
ished for her.
"Well, you see, I don't want my
action generally known, and even
the lawyers in this town seem to
stand together. My father, Colonel
Lawrence, you know, was very rich.
He had a million, in fact."
"Yes," said the lawyer attentively.
"I am twenty next month, and un
der his will the properly is in the
care of Jim White, as he is known,
until I am of age or or marry. Well,
father trusted him implicitly, but
everyone knows he is connected with
those new dishonest oil companies.
So yesterday I ran into town and I
I asked him for an accounting. And
he behaved horribly. He laughed at
"The scoundrel!" exclaimed Cyril,
and then wondered why he had spokr
en with so much warmth. Perhaps it
was the sight of his visitor's distress.
Miss Nancy Lawrence was an un
commonly pretty girl, and she had
those long lashes, veiling the blue
eyes, that all men admire. As he
watched her she looked up and their
eyes met, to the confusion of both.
"He reminded me that he had the
absolute investment of my property
under the will for another year," con
tinued the girl, "and he said that
even if he made a mistake he would
not be accountable. And I can't tell
you what else he did."
"A legal adviser has the same
privileges of confidence ds a priest or
doctor," said the young lawyer sen
tenUously. "Well, then, he tried to kiss me!"
snapped the girl. "And I know he
means to invest all my money in
those wicked companies."-
"We'll deal with him, Miss Law
rence," said Cyril. ' "Leave him to
me. I shall examine the will this aft-
xml | txt