"Uncle has written to Baltimore to-day," continued the letter, "and he says you will hear from the authorities there without delay. The inclosed clipping is from a Little Rock paper. Oh! Checkers, darling, is n't it lovely?"
The slovenly waiter shuffled to the counter with his cup of muddy coffee and a soggy roll. Checkers tossed him half a dollar, and stalked majestically out. "I think the joint where I ate last night is just about my size this morning," he chuckled. "Gee, but I 'd like to yell just once. The judges can't call all bets off this time." All during breakfast his mind was busy with a thousand different speculations, and he finally decided that in so momentous a matter he ought to consult a lawyer. "I 'll find one in some big office building," he mentally resolved, "and get his advice."
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| MURRAY JAMESON, |
| Attorney-at-Law. |
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This, in modest gold letters upon an office window, was the first thing he saw upon reaching the street.
"Everything 's coming my way to-day," he thought. "Well, I 'll go in and see the old joker."
He was much taken aback upon entering, however, to find the "old joker" a man of about thirty.
"Is Mr. Jameson in?" he asked.
"I am Mr. Jameson," was the reply.
"Well, I wanted to get a little advice, but—"
"Certainly; come into my private office."