第32章 A LEGAL DOCUMENT(2)

Nevertheless, it is not quite accurate to say that Mary Turner had had no intimacy in which her heart might have been seriously engaged.In one instance, of recent happening, she had been much in association with 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, since her companionship with him, Mary had undergone a revulsion greater than ever before against the fate thrust on her, which now at last she had chosen to welcome and nourish by acquiescence as best she might.

Of course, she could not waste tenderness on this man, for she had deliberately set out to make him the instrument of her vengeance against his father.For that very reason, she suffered much from a conscience newly clamorous.Never for an instant did she hesitate in her long-cherished plan of revenge against the one 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 against the lust to repay an eye for an eye.It was the new Gospel against the old Law, and the fierceness of the struggle rent her.Just now, the doing of the kindly act seemed somehow to gratify not only her maternal instinct toward service of love, but, too, to muffle for a little the rebuking voice of her inmost soul.

So she went her way more at ease, more nearly content again with herself and with her system of living.Indeed, as she was shown into the private office of the ingenious interpreter of the law, there was not a hint of any trouble beneath the bright mask of her beauty, radiantly smiling.

Harris regarded his client with an appreciative eye, as he bowed in greeting, and invited her to a seat.The lawyer was a man of fine physique, with a splendid face of the best Semitic type, in which were large, dark, sparkling eyes--eyes a Lombroso perhaps might have judged rather too closely set.As a matter of fact, Harris had suffered 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 much money as possible by any means convenient.Mary Turner as a client delighted his heart, both because of the novelty of her ideas and for the munificence of the fees which she ungrudgingly paid with never a protest.

So, as he beamed on her now, and spoke a compliment, it was rather the lawyer than the man that was moved to admiration.

"Why, Miss Turner, how charming!" he declared, smiling."Really, my dear young lady, you look positively bridal.""Oh, do you think so?" Mary rejoined, with a whimsical pout, as she seated herself.For the moment her air became distrait, but she quickly regained her poise, as the lawyer, who had dropped back into his chair behind the desk, went on speaking.His tone now was crisply business-like.

"I sent your cousin, Miss Agnes Lynch, the release which she is to sign," he explained, "when she gets that money from General 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 appreciate your opinion of things, Miss Turner, even of legal documents--yes, indeed, I do!--perhaps particularly of legal documents.""Thank you," Mary said, evidently a little gratified by the frank praise of the learned gentleman for her abilities."And have you heard from them yet?" she inquired.

"No," the lawyer replied."I gave them until to-morrow.If Idon't hear then, I shall start suit at once." Then the lawyer's manner became unusually bland and self-satisfied as he opened 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 entirely successful in carrying out that idea of yours as to the injunction.My dear Miss Turner," he went on with florid compliment, "Portia was a squawking baby, compared with you.""Thank you again," Mary answered, as she took the legal paper which he held outstretched toward her.Her scarlet lips were curved happily, and the clear oval of her cheeks blossomed to a deeper rose.For a moment, her glance ran over the words of the page.Then she looked up at the lawyer, and there were new lusters in the violet eyes.

"It's splendid," she declared."Did you have much trouble in getting it?"Harris permitted himself the indulgence of an unprofessional chuckle of keenest amusement before he answered.

"Why, no!" he declared, with reminiscent enjoyment in his manner.

"That is, not really!" There was an enormous complacency in his air over the event."But, at 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 attention, and the upshot of it all was that he gave me what Iwanted without a whimper.He couldn't help himself, you know.

That's the long and the short of it."

That mysterious document with the imposing seal, the request for which had nearly caused a judge to fall off the bench, reposed safely in Mary's bag when she, returned to the apartment after the visit to the lawyer's office.