A LAWYER’S VISIT.
Mrs. Gordon was sitting at her sewing machine when a knock was heard at
her humble door.
She kept no servant, and, as usual, answered the knock in person.
“Mr. Ross!” she said, in surprise, as she recognized in her caller the
wealthy village lawyer.
“Yes, Mrs. Gordon,” said Mr. Ross, blandly, for he had determined in
this business to figure simply as the agent of another and carefully to
conceal that he felt any personal interest in an affair which was likely
to give the poor widow considerable trouble. “Yes, Mrs. Gordon. I call
upon a little matter of business.”
“Won’t you come in?” said the widow, not forgetting her politeness in
her surprise.
“I believe I will trespass on your hospitality for a brief space,” said
the lawyer. “Are you quite well?”
“Thank you, sir--quite so.” And she led the way into the little
sitting-room. “Take the rocking-chair, Mr. Ross,” said the widow,
pointing to the best chair which the plainly furnished apartment
contained.
“You are very kind,” said the lawyer, seating himself gingerly in the
chair referred to.
“Your son is at school, I suppose?” continued the lawyer.
“Yes, sir. It is nearly time for Andy to be home.” And the mother’s
voice showed something of the pride she felt in her boy. “I believe your
son is in his class, Mr. Ross.”
“Yes, very likely,” responded the lawyer, indifferently.
“You said you came on business?” inquired the widow.
“Yes, Mrs. Gordon. I fear the business may prove unpleasant for you, but
you will remember that I am only an agent in the matter.”
“Unpleasant!” repeated Mrs. Gordon, apprehensively.
“Yes. Mr. Joshua Starr has placed in my hands, for collection, a note
for one hundred dollars, executed by your late husband. With arrears of
interest, it will amount to one hundred and thirty dollars, or
thereabouts. I suppose you know something about it.”
“Yes, Mr. Ross, I do know something about it. The note was paid by my
husband during his life--in fact, just before he set out for the
war--and Mr. Starr knows it perfectly well.”
“You surprise me, Mrs. Gordon,” said the lawyer, raising his eyebrows.
In fact, he was not at all surprised, knowing that Starr was an
unprincipled man and not too honest to take advantage of any loss or
omission on the part of his debtor.
“Didn’t Mr. Starr say that we disputed his claim?” asked the widow.
“The fact is, Mrs. Gordon, I had very little conversation with Mr. Starr
on the subject. He called at my house last evening and put the note into
my hand for collection. I believe he said you had refused to pay it, or
something of the kind.”
“I refused to pay what had been paid already,” said Mrs. Gordon,
indignantly. “I regard Mr. Starr as a swindler.”
“Softly, Mrs. Gordon! You must be cautious how you speak of an old and
respected citizen.”
“He may be old,” admitted the widow; “but I deny that he is respected.”
“Well, that is a matter of opinion,” said the lawyer, diplomatically.
“Meanwhile, he has the law on his side.”
“How do you make that out, sir?”
“I have in my hands the note signed by your husband. If he paid it, why
was it not given up?”
“I will tell you, sir. My husband was not a suspicious man, and he had
confidence in others, crediting them with as much honesty as he himself
possessed. When the note came due, he paid it; but Mr. Starr pretended
that he had mislaid the note and couldn’t lay hands on it. He told my
husband he would give him a receipt for the money, and that would be all
the same. He was laying a trap for him all the time.”
“I don’t see that. The proposal was perfectly regular.”
“He thought, in case my husband lost the receipt, he would have the note
and could demand payment over again. Oh, it was a rascally plot!”
“But,” said the lawyer, “I suppose you have the receipt, and, in that
case, you have only to show it.”
“I am sorry to say that I have not been able to find it anywhere. I
have hunted high and low, and I am afraid my poor husband must have
carried it away in his wallet when he went South with his regiment. The
note was paid only the day before he left, out of the bounty money he
received from the State.”
“That would certainly be unfortunate,” said Lawyer Ross, veiling the
satisfaction he felt, “for you will, in that case, have to pay the money
over again.”
“Can the law be so unjust?” asked Mrs. Gordon, in dismay.
“You cannot call it unjust. As you cannot prove the payment of the
money, you will have to bear the consequences.”
“But I have no money. I cannot pay!”
“You have your pension,” said the lawyer. “You can pay out of that. My
client may be willing to accept quarterly installments.”
“I need all I have for the support of Andy and myself.”
“Then I am afraid--I am really afraid--my client will levy upon your
furniture.”
“Oh, heavens!” exclaimed the poor woman, in agitation. “Can such things
be allowed in a civilized country?”
“I don’t think you look upon the affair in the right light, Mrs.
Gordon,” said Lawyer Ross, rising from the rocking-chair in which he
had been seated. “It is a common thing, and quite regular, I can assure
you. I will venture to give you a week to find the receipt, though not
authorized by my client to do so. Good-afternoon!”
As he was going out he met, on the threshold, Andy, excited and out of
breath.
The boy just caught a glimpse of his mother in tears, through the open
door of the sitting room, and said to Mr. Ross, whom he judged to be
responsible for his mother’s grief:
“What have you been saying to my mother, to make her cry?”
“Stand aside, boy! It’s none of your business,” said the lawyer, who
lost all his blandness when he saw the boy who had assaulted his son.
“My mother’s business is mine,” said Andy, firmly.
“You will have enough to do to attend to your own affairs,” said the
lawyer, with a sneer. “You made a great mistake when you made a brutal
assault upon my son.”
“And you have come to revenge yourself upon my mother?” demanded Andy,
in a tone indicating so much scorn that the lawyer, case-hardened as he
was, couldn’t help winding.
“You are mistaken,” he said, remembering his determination to appear
only as agent. “I came on business of my client, Mr. Starr. I shall take
a future opportunity to settle with you.”
He walked away, and Andy entered the cottage to learn from his mother
what had passed between her and the lawyer.
This was soon communicated, and gave our hero considerable anxiety, for
he felt that Mr. Starr, though his claim was a dishonest one, might
nevertheless be able to enforce it.
“How did Mr. Ross treat you, mother?” he asked, fearing that the lawyer
might have made his errand unnecessarily unpleasant.