Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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ONE TOUCH OF NATURE MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD KIN 69 into a drawer of his desk. Nor was Helen 's confidence assumed ; she fullybelieved that some day James would become a great lawyer. All day long James sat in his bare office, waiting, waiting for the client that never came. Now and then he picked up some scrap of semi-legal work that a first-class lawyer would disdain to touch. But the end was rapidly coming in sight. Another week without a goodly sum of money at hand and they would be at starvation's door. Creditors will wait just so long. Friday came. Saturday marked the limit of endurance. After that he would not even have an office at his disposal. There was one hope. He had heard indirectly that an old friend of his father's had a lawsuit on hand. He had written offering his services — four days previously. The factory whistles were announcing lunch hour — not for him — when he was startled by a knock at his office door. A client? No, perhaps the inexorable landlord. He hesitated so long that the knock was repeated. It was his client; his father's friend. The young lawyer pretended to be very busy. He must make an impression. He scurried here and there, and once behind a screen brushed his seedy clothes and carefully rubbed his browning shoes with a rag. Then with a businesslike air he sat down and listened to his client 's presentation of the case. He could scarcely believe his ears. "You ask me to take a case against my own father? Never!" "I had not even thought it necessary to urge you in this matter, ' ' said the client disappointedly. "I simply had faith in your ability, that was all. I'm sorry." He rose to go, but his departure was interrupted by the entrance of a messenger boy. At your mother's wish you may bring your wife and come to my home until you are able to earn your own living. So far as I am concerned you are not welcome. James Mahoney, Sr. "No answer, boy," said Mahoney to the waiting messenger. There was a peculiar expression of iron resolution about his mouth. "Now," he said, turning to the puzzled client, "lam ready to discuss your case, sir. I think I can win it for you, too ! " he added with a bulldog set to his jaw. He did win it ! The verdict of the jury ran like this: "We, the jury in the issue joined, find in favor of the plaintiff and assess the damage at $50,000 for failure on the part of James Mahoney, Sr., to fulfill contract." And Mahoney, Sr., behind the raging anger witnessed by those in court that day, hid a chest that swelled with pride at the conquest of his boy whom he had considered a dead failure. And James went home that night ready to weep like a child with the patient little girl who had shared his poverty. She greeted him as usual, and when he told her the good news, she stood just as one who sees a dream coming true. "Dearest — I am not surprised," she said simply. Then, looking at the floor consciously, she went to him, and tip-toeing up, whispered something in his ear. With every sign of overwhelming tenderness and joy he took her in his arms. "Helen, that will make us the happiest couple in the world ! ' ' Three weeks later the happy pair might have been observed entering the yard of a pretty cottage, and as they approached the porch James handed the surprised Helen a key. "I dont understand," she said, her lips quivering a little. "It fits the front door, dear — the front door of your house." The tide had turned. But there were whirlpools yet in the stream that went down to the very depths of three pairs of human hearts. Twice had the Rabbi and the Gentile father met — and passed by — each feeling in his breast a tender wound torn by the meeting. What the Gentile might have done was unthought by the Hebrew, whose