ACTION
JEAN BAPTISTE went directly to an attorney, a Negro attorney with offices in the loop district, upon his arrival in Chicago, and did not lurk around the depots to keep from being seen this time. He was well acquainted with the one upon whom he called and they greeted each other cordially when he walked into the office.
"Well, White," he said. "I think I have a little work for you."
"That's what I'm here to look after," said the other aimiably.
"A suit—want to obtain a judgment?"
"We obtain judgments in this old town every day. The question is—"
"Are they worth anything?" laughed his prospective client.
After indulging in a bit of humor the which he was at times given to, his face cleared, his eye-brows contracted and he related the business upon which he was bent, and questioned the attorney concerning the law covering such cases or instances.
"Yes," said the other, after looking it up in the Illinois Statutes, "it can be done."
"Then we will begin at once," said Baptiste decidedly.