Mr. Crewe's Career — Complete. Winston Churchill

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СКАЧАТЬ why are you a fugitive from justice if you were acting in self-defence?” he inquired.

      “Well, you see there were no witnesses, except a Mexican of Blodgett's, and Blodgett runs the Pepper County machine for the railroad out there. I'd been wanting to come East and have a look at you for some time, and I thought I might as well come now.”

      “How did this—this affair start?” asked Mr. Vane.

      “Blodgett was driving in some of Tyner's calves, and I caught him. I told him what I thought of him, and he shot at me through his pocket. That was all.”

      “All! You shot him, didn't you?”

      “I was lucky enough to hit him first,” said Austen.

      Extraordinary as it may seem, the Honourable Hilary experienced a sense of pride.

      “Where did you hit him?” he asked.

      It was Euphrasia who took matters in her own hands and killed the fatted calf, and the meal to which they presently sat down was very different from the frugal suppers Mr. Vane usually had. But he made no comment. It is perhaps not too much to say that he would have been distinctly disappointed had it been otherwise. There was Austen's favourite pie, and Austen's favourite cake, all inherited from the Austens, who had thought more of the fleshpots than people should. And the prodigal did full justice to the occasion.

CHAPTER III. CONCERNING THE PRACTICE OF LAW

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      So instinctively do we hark back to the primeval man that there was a tendency to lionize the prodigal in Ripton, which proves the finished civilization of the East not to be so far removed from that land of outlaws, Pepper County. Mr. Paul Pardriff, who had a guilty conscience about the clipping, and vividly bearing in mind Mr. Blodgett's mishap, alone avoided young Mr. Vane; and escaped through the type-setting room and down an outside stairway in the rear when that gentleman called. It gave an ironical turn to the incident that Mr. Pardriff was at the moment engaged in a “Welcome Home” paragraph meant to be propitiatory.

      Austen cared very little for lionizing. He spent most of his time with young Tom Gaylord, now his father's right-hand man in a tremendous lumber business. And Tom, albeit he had become so important, habitually fell once more under the domination of the hero of his youthful days. Together these two visited haunts of their boyhood, camping and fishing and scaling mountains, Tom with an eye to lumbering prospects the while.

      After a matter of two or three months bad passed away in this pleasant though unprofitable manner, the Honourable Hilary requested the presence of his son one morning at his office. This office was in what had once been a large residence, and from its ample windows you could look out through the elms on to the square. Old-fashioned bookcases lined with musty books filled the walls, except where a steel engraving of a legal light or a railroad map of the State was hung, and the Honourable Hilary sat in a Windsor chair at a mahogany table in the middle.

      The anteroom next door, where the clerks sat, was also a waiting-room for various individuals from the different parts of the State who continually sought the counsel's presence.

      “Haven't seen much of you since you've be'n home, Austen,” his father remarked as an opening.

      “Your—legal business compels you to travel a great deal,” answered Austen, turning from the window and smiling.

      “Somewhat,” said the Honourable Hilary, on whom this pleasantry was not lost. “You've be'n travelling on the lumber business, I take it.”

      “I know more about it than I did,” his son admitted.

      The Honourable Hilary grunted.

      “Caught a good many fish, haven't you?”

      Austen crossed the room and sat on the edge of the desk beside his father's chair.

      “See here, Judge,” he said, “what are you driving at? Out with it.”

      “When are you—going back West?” asked Mr. Vane.

      Austen did not answer at once, but looked down into his father's inscrutable face.

      “Do you want to get rid of me?” he said.

      “Sowed enough wild oats, haven't you?” inquired the father.

      “I've sowed a good many,” Austen admitted.

      “Why not settle down?”

      “I haven't yet met the lady, Judge,” replied his son.

      “Couldn't support her if you had,” said Mr. Vane.

      “Then it's fortunate,” said Austen, resolved not to be the necessary second in a quarrel. He knew his father, and perceived that these preliminary and caustic openings of his were really olive branches.

      “Sometimes I think you might as well be in that outlandish country, for all I see of you,” said the Honourable Hilary.

      “You ought to retire from business and try fishing,” his son suggested.

      The Honourable Hilary sometimes smiled.

      “You've got a good brain, Austen, and what's the use of wasting it chasing cattle and practising with a pistol on your fellow-beings? You won't have much trouble in getting admitted to the bar. Come into the office.”

      Austen did not answer at once. He suspected that it had cost his father not a little to make these advances.

      “Do you believe you and I could get along, Judge? How long do you think it would last?”

      “I've considered that some,” answered the Honourable Hilary, “but I won't last a great while longer myself.”

      “You're as sound as a bronco,” declared Austen, patting him.

      “I never was what you might call dissipated,” agreed Mr. Vane, “but men don't go on forever. I've worked hard all my life, and got where I am, and I've always thought I'd like to hand it on to you. It's a position of honour and trust, Austen, and one of which any lawyer might be proud.”

      “My ambition hasn't run in exactly that channel,” said his son.

      “Didn't know as you had any precise ambition,” responded the Honourable Hilary, “but I never heard of a man refusing to be chief counsel for a great railroad. I don't say you can be, mind, but I say with work and brains it's as easy for the son of Hilary Vane as for anybody else.”

      “I don't know much about the duties of such a position,” said Austen, laughing, “but at all events I shall have time to make up my mind how to answer Mr. Flint when he comes to me with the proposal. To speak frankly, Judge, I hadn't thought of spending the whole of what might otherwise prove a brilliant life in Ripton.”

      The Honourable Hilary smiled again, and then he grunted.

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