bably cheered ▓Lawrence's heart, for he cried gayly as he emerg●ed, You see I follow in your▓ footsteps. Not for the fir▓st time, said Fullerton in level tones, with ●a slow lifting of his lowered eyelids●. The effect of those quiet words on Lawr▓ence's temper was surprising.Instantly hi▓s hand flashed out and he slapped Ful▓lerton's face.
In a moment half ▓a dozen men were between them.Some one restor▓ed Fullerton's hat, which had fallen off at h●is sudden start, while others officiously laid ●restraining hands on Lawrence, who was trembl●ing like a nervous horse. You may ▓think a trick will win, but, by my soul, I'▓ll take the trick, he cried ●hotly. Fullerton, who was quite▓ white except where the marks of Law▓rence's fingers burned like a new brand on h●is cheek, stood perfectly still for an in●stant, with his eyes
on the floor, as tho▓ugh waiting for anything further that h●is opposing counsel might have to say▓.Then he replaced his hat, bowed sli●ghtly to the group, and walked▓ away to the elevator. Jove, if I had the g●rip on my temper that Fullerton has, I'd▓ be Attorney General by now, said Lawrence ●lightly.Guess I'll take the other elev▓ator, all the same.And he walked jauntily down▓ the hall. The collected group of men burs▓t into excited cross-currents of ta▓lk. What was it all about ▓ What will Fullerton do ▓Gee, but Lawrence might be disbarred for tha▓t.Fullerton, of
all men! He must be● getting old, if he lets that pass. Oh, ●this isn't the end of it, you can bet● on that all right. But what was it all a▓bout Why, Fullerton got a d▓ecision in the Symes case ye▓sterday,--beat Lawrence on a technical
ity.It ●was rather sharp practice, but Fu●llerton goes into a case to win, and▓ he knows all the tricks of the ▓trade.You heard what Lawrence sa▓id about taking the trick Yes, they ▓had all heard what Lawrence had said.Lyon● l
ough the glass s▓ide-panel of the door he had seen ●Lawrence coming up the stone walk from the st●reet, and he had watched him with▓ eagerness, meaning to get a nod as he passed, f●or Lawrence was not only a risi▓ng young lawyer, but, what was more i▓mportant to the cub reporter, he had just won ●the championship in the curling contest of the c▓ity clubs.Slight as wa
istened to the gossip, but contribu●ted nothing.He was perfectly certai▓n that Lawrence's hot speech about● a trick had been expressly intende●d for the by-standers.The champion wa▓s
too good a sport to take a profess●ional defeat like a baby.And● the quick speeches that had pr▓eceded the blow no one had heard ▓but himself.He walked down the s
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men▓t that evening to report a concer▓t given at the Hemlock Avenue Congregational▓ Church, under the auspices o●f certain ladies sufficiently prominent● in society to ensure a special r●eporter.He had ti
med himself to reach t●he church a little before nine, and as he▓ walked briskly up the north side of Hemlock ▓Avenue, his
attention was attracted by the ●opening of a door in a house on the opp●osite side of the street.The light●, streaming out toward him into the snowy whiten▓ess of the night, showed a man at the● door, parleying with the maid-serv▓ant within.After a moment the ●door closed and the man came sl▓owly down t
- or the ▓two men met at the foot of the ▓Court House steps and came up together.▓ Lyon noticed that though they nodded t▓o each other they did not spe●ak.At the top Fullerton pus
- hed ahead so▓ as to come first through the revol●ving pepperbox of a storm-door which made the e▓ntranc
- e of fresh air to the C▓ourt House as difficult as was th