Mary rode to house after house on her way to Carlin, but met with no
success in the matter of borrowing money. It was near noon when she
entered the straggling suburbs of the village. At a ramshackle
livery-stable she dismounted and left her horse in the care of a negro
attendant whose father had once been owned by her family. She called him
"Pete"; he addressed her as "Young Miss," and was most obsequious in his
attentions and profuse in promises to care for her horse.
Opposite the hotel stood a tiny frame building having only one room. It
was a lawyer's office, as was indicated by the sanded tin sign holding
the gilt letters of the occupant's name--"Chester A. Lawton, At'y at
Law."
He was a young man under thirty, who had met Mary several times at the
hotel when she was visiting Mrs. Quinby. He was seated at a bare table,
reading a law-book, when she appeared at the open door. He had left off
his coat, the weather being warm, and on seeing her he hastily got into
it, flushing to the roots of his thick dark hair.
"You caught me off my guard, Miss Mary," he apologized, awkwardly. "I
know I oughtn't to sit here without my coat in plain view of the street,
but the old lawyers do it, and--"
"It is right for you to do so," Mary broke in, quite self-possessed. "I
only wanted to see you a moment. I wanted to ask you what is customary
in regard to fees for getting legal advice."
Lawton pulled at his dark mustache, even more embarrassed. "I--I--really
am rather new at the work, Miss Mary; in fact, I'm just getting
started," he answered, haltingly. "I suppose that such things depend on
the--the nature of the case, and the research work, reading, you know,
and--oh, well, a lawyer sometimes has expenses. He has to travel in some
cases. Yes, fees all depend on that sort of thing."
He was politely proffering a straight-backed chair, and as she sat down
she forced a smile. "To be frank," she went on, "I don't know whether I
really ought to employ a lawyer or not, and I was wondering how much it
would cost to find out the probable expense."
"Oh, I see!" laughed Lawton, as he sat down opposite her, leaned on the
table, and pushed his open book aside. "Well, I'll tell you, Miss Mary.
I don't know what the older chaps do, but I make it a rule not to charge
a cent for talking over a case with a person. That is right and proper.
If you have any legal matter in mind, all you've got to do is to state
it to me--that is, if you have honored me by thinking my advice might be
worth while--and if I see anything in your case I'll then advise you to
proceed, or not, as I deem best."
Lawton seemed rather pleased at the untrammeled smoothness of his
subdued oratory, and waited for her to speak.
Mary was silent for a moment, and then she said, "You see, I don't know
whether I really ought to seek legal advice yet, at any rate, and--" She
broke off suddenly.
"Miss Mary," said Lawton, trying to help her out, "may I ask if you are
referring to--to the little trouble your brothers are in?"
She nodded, swallowed a lump of emotion in her throat, and looked him
straight in the eyes. "Father wouldn't attend to it, and I got to
worrying about it--about whether advice ought to be had or not. We are
terribly hard up for ready money and have got into debt already."
"Well, I'll be frank with you, Miss Mary, and I'm going to tell you
something that may be to your interest. Now if you had gone to--we'll
say to Webster and Bright, across the street, they, no doubt, would
expect you to pay and pay big whether you needed a lawyer or not. Old
law firms have strict rules on that line, I understand. Everything is
'grist that comes to their mill,' as the saying is, for they will tell
anybody that they are not paying office rent for fun. But it is
different with a young chap that is just getting on his feet in the
profession. Now, knowing you as I do, and having had several agreeable
talks with you, I'd hate like rips to charge for any advice I can give
unless--unless it was of great benefit to you; and the truth is, I am
not at all sure that you need a lawyer."
"Oh, you mean--But I don't understand!" Mary exclaimed, not knowing
whether his words boded well or ill for her.
"Why, it is like this, Miss Mary. There are tricks in my trade, as in
all others, and as matters stand in the case of your brothers--well, if
Tobe Keith should happen to pull through, the charges against them would
be so insignificant that the courts would be likely to dismiss them
entirely. That, no doubt, is a slipshod method, but it is peculiar to us
here in the South. You see, your father stands high--nobody higher, in
fact; he fought for the Confederacy, has always been a perfect
gentleman, and has no end of influential kinsfolk. Why, the district
attorney himself is a sort of distant cousin, isn't he? Seems to me that
I have heard him telling your father one day that if he ever printed
that family history he'd subscribe for several copies, because his name
was to be in it, somehow--on his mother's side, I think. Then the
Governor is akin, too, isn't he? I thought so" (seeing Mary nod) "and
the Kingsleys and Warrens. Oh, take it from me, Miss Mary, if Tobe Keith
does get on his feet your brothers will not even be arrested. So I'll
not take any fee from you--yet awhile, anyway; and I'm going to say,
too, that I'd keep the boys out West. It is a good thing they went to
Texas. I suppose they are out there, dodging about. I heard Sheriff
Frazier say so the other day (his brother Al had picked up the news
somehow or other), but he hadn't decided to institute a search till
there was a change in Tobe's condition."
"Have you heard from him to-day?" Mary asked, and she all but held her
breath as she steadily eyed the lawyer.
"No change at all, I understand," Lawton answered. "The doctors still
say he must be taken to Atlanta to get the ball out."
"Yes, that must be done," Mary sighed, and her face became graver. "I am
trying to raise the money--four hundred dollars. Mr. Lawton, can you
tell me how to do it? I have no security."
"I'm sorry, Miss Mary"--Lawton's color heightened and he screwed his
eyes up in embarrassment--"that I can't help you out on that line.
Everybody I know is in debt or short of funds. The bank is awfully
strict, and high on interest, too. Your father and Albert Frazier drew
up some sort of a paper at this table the other day. I think Frazier
went his security, put his name on a note at the bank. I heard them
talking about how difficult it was to get money. I think Albert has
about run through the little pile his old daddy left him. He is a
high-flyer for these times--free and easy with his money as long as it
lasts."
"So you can't tell me any one to go to?" Mary rose and began to adjust
the veil on her hat.
"No, I can't, Miss Mary. There ought to be a public fund for such cases
of need as Tobe's. Yes, you must take some steps in his behalf. It would
look well from any point of view. Tobe didn't know what he was doing,
and neither did your brothers. If Tobe gets over it, it may be a good
lesson to all three."
Mary was at the door now; he followed and stood bowing her out, while
she thanked him for his helpful advice.
She was crossing the street when Albert Frazier, seated in a buggy, with
his brother, drove by. She thought he might get out and speak to her,
but he simply tipped his hat and transferred his gaze to the back of the
trotting bay horse. She noted that the sheriff, whom she had never met,
had not noticed her nor his brother's salutation.
She went into the post-office to get some stamps, and when she came out
Albert Frazier was waiting for her on the sidewalk.
"I would have got out when I passed you just now," he said, beaming on
her admiringly, "but I was with John, you see; and--well, to be plain,
he doesn't know about me and you, and right now especially I don't want
him to get on to it."
"I understand," she said, coldly, looking away from him. "Aren't you
afraid he will see us now?"
"No. He has gone on home. His wife isn't well. Say, little girl, you are
not mad, are you?"
"Oh no," she answered, forcing a smile.
"Well," he bridled, "it is for your own good and the boys'. I'm having a
tough job keeping John from suspecting the truth. If I hadn't got up
that bogus letter from Texas he might have had his men searching the
mountains, or watching you and that hobo circus man take food out to
them in their cave. I'm doing all I can for you and I think you ought
not to get on your high horse as you do sometimes."
"Forgive me," she said, tremulously, the muscles of her lips twitching.
"I know what you are doing, and I appreciate it from the bottom of my
heart."
Her grateful words put him in a better mood. They were about to cross
the street again; a wagon loaded with cotton-bales was passing. He was
hardly justified in doing so, for she needed no assistance, but he took
hold of her arm, and she felt his throbbing fingers pressing it. She
drew away from him. "Don't!" she said, impulsively.
"There you go again," he cried, but not angrily, for her natural
restraint had been one of her chief attractions. Other girls had given
in more easily and had been forgotten by him, but Mary was different.
There was, moreover, always that consciousness on his part of her social
superiority. He wanted her for a wife, and, situated as she now was, he
had never felt so sure of her.
"When are you going to let me give you that money?" it now occurred to
him to ask. "Tobe must be removed, you know."
A look of deep pain struggled in the features she was trying to keep
passive. "I haven't quite given up the hope of getting it elsewhere,"
she finally said. "If I quite fail, I'll come to you. I've said so, and
I'll keep my word."
At this moment a farmer came up to Frazier and said that he wanted to
speak to him a moment. Excusing himself and bowing, Frazier left her.