|IT WAS not generally known at the time, but about a year ago a
gentleman from Jays-burg, named Alanson G-. Meltz, opened a law office
in Chicago, intending to give that city a style of clear-cut counseling,
soliciting, conveyancing, prosecuting and defending, such as she had
never witnessed before. He was young, but he was full of confidence,
and as he pulled the nails out of the dry goods boxes, in which he had
brought his revised statutes and replevin appliances, he felt ready
and willing to furnish advice at living rates to all who would come and
examine his stock.
But time kept on in his remorseless flight, bringing in at the casement
of Mr. Meltz the roar and hum of traffic, and the nut-brown flavor of
the Chicago river, but that was all. He was there, ready and almost
eager to advise one and all, but one and all, without exception, evaded
him. No matter how gayly he lettered his window with the announcement
that he would procure a divorce for any one without pain, married people
continued to suffer on or go elsewhere. Even though he had put up a
transparency: