The Campbells’ visit was still ten days distant when John, rising in
the Sycamore Circuit Court to ask for an injunction against certain
persons who were removing gravel from the pits of a company that had
lately carried its business to Ward & Ward, was interrupted by the
bailiff who handed him a telegram.
“If your honor please----?” said John, bowing deferentially toward the
person of the court.
The judge nodded, not a little impressed as the young attorney tore
open the envelope and scanned the message, which read:
Have recommended your firm to certain corporations in which I am
interested to counsel them in legal and business matters affecting
your city. Please feel no compulsion to accept their commissions if
not wholly agreeable to you.
W. S. CAMPBELL.
John thrust the message carelessly into his trousers’ pocket,
straightened his shoulders and proceeded with a terse explanation of
the injury inflicted upon his client and the grounds upon which he
sought the immediate relief of a restraining order.
The order was granted and in the midst of a parley over the amount of
bond to be given by the petitioner the bailiff delivered into John’s
hands three more telegrams, one from the Sutphen Loan & Trust Company,
another from The Ironsides Steel Casting Company, another from the
general manager of the Transcontinental Lines west of Buffalo.
The message of the Sutphen Loan & Trust Company stated that it was
sending an engineer to examine the plant of the Sycamore Water
Power Company and would appreciate such confidential assistance as
Ward & Ward might give him as to the personnel of the corporation.
One of the vice-presidents of the steel casting company wished to
make an appointment with Ward & Ward at the earliest date possible,
letter of explanation to follow; matter strictly confidential. The
Transcontinental official would reach Kernville shortly to take up the
matter of certain improvements, and wished a conservative estimate of
the local needs uninfluenced by the Chamber of Commerce or owners
of property that might be needed in extensions. Matter confidential;
letter to follow; please wire answer.
Ward, senior, with law books overflowing upon the floor from his desk,
heard John’s report of his success in protecting the gravel pits, read
the telegrams, and asked hoarsely:
“Are we crazy, John, or has the whole world gone mad?”
“Nothing of the kind! We’ve been discovered; that’s all! Campbell’s
a man of discernment, and he’s spotted us as the solidest and most
trustworthy citizens and lawyers of the Sycamore valley. Though all
these messages are addressed to me, it’s the brains of the firm he’s
recommending and that’s you. I’m only the field man and business
getter.”
“You certainly get the business, son! Not counting anything we may
get out of those people Campbell’s sending us, we’ve got at least
twenty-five thousand dollars’ worth of business on the books right now!”
“Don’t look so scared, dad! We’re handling it all right. Within a
week I’ve turned down four divorce cases and a breach of promise
suit with love letters I’d rejoice to read to a farmer jury! Pick
and choose; that’s our motto! Where are the papers in Shipton versus
Hovey. I’m getting a settlement there that will save Hovey about ten
thousand bucks, and I want to tell him about it when I go up to see
Alice tonight. I’ll now wire our thanks to Campbell and date up these
people he’s sending to see us. Those wise guys that run the Chamber of
Commerce are going to be frantic when they find the hope of a bigger
Kernville lies right here in our office.”