Within the Law: From the Play of Bayard Veiller

g man, she went alone down Broadway, walking the few blocks of distance to Sigismund Harris's office. On a corner, her attention was caught by the forlorn face

tched child seemed of about the age she herself had been when her great suffering ha

ature, wholesome despite squalid surroundings. Mary's heart was deeply moved, and her words of comfort came with a simple sincerity that was like new life to the sorely beset waif. She promised to interest herself in securing employment for the father, such care as the mother and children might need, along w

n her the worst torments, Mary Turner had thought that she might safely disregard those principles in which she had been so carefully reared. She had believed that by the deliberate adoption of a life of guile within limits allowed by the law, she would find solace for her wants, while feeling that thus she avenged herself in some slight measure for the indignities she had undergone unjustly. Yet, a

lavish the great gifts of her tenderness. Through the days of her working in the store, circumstances had shut her out from all association with others congenial. No need to rehearse the impossibilities of companionship in the prison life. Since then, the situation had not vitally improved, in spite of her better worldly condition. For Garson, who had saved her from death, she felt a strong and lasting gratitude-nothing that relieved the longing for nobler affections. There was none other with whom she had

h a young man who was of excellent standing in the world, who was of good birth, good education, of delightful manners, and, too, wholesome and agreeable beyond the most of his class. This was Dick Gilder, and,

ne who had brought ruin on her life, yet, through all her satisfaction before the prospect of final victory after continued delay, there ran the secret, inescapable sorrow over the fact that she must employ this means to attain her end. She had no thought of weakening, but the better spirit within her warred agains

living. Indeed, as she was shown into the private office of the ingenious interpreter of the l

red a flagrant injustice in his own life from a suspicion of wrong-doing which he had not merited by any act. This had caused him a loss of prestige in his profession. He presently adopted the wily suggestion of the adage, that it is well to have the game if you have the name, and he resolutely set himself to the task of making as muc

declared, smiling. "Really, my dear y

ent her air became distrait, but she quickly regained her poise, as the lawyer, who had dropped

al Hastings. I wish you'd look it over, when you have time to spare. It's all right, I'm sure, but I confess that I apprecia

the frank praise of the learned gentleman for her abil

pened a drawer of the desk and brought forth a rather formidable-appearing document, bearing a most impressive seal. "You will be glad to know," he went on unctuously, "that I was e

lips were curved happily, and the clear oval of her cheeks blossomed to a deeper rose. For a moment, her glance

lared. "Did you have muc

nce of an unprofessional chuckle of

the outset, when I made the request, the judge just naturally nearly fell off the bench. Then, I showed him that Detroit case, to which you had drawn my atte

nearly caused a judge to fall off the bench, reposed safely in Mary's bag