"Mr.  Paret,  is  it?"  he  asked,  as  we  stood  together  for  a
moment  on  the  sidewalk  outside  the  court.  "  You  have  man-
aged this  well.     I  will  remember."

He  was  sued,  of  course.  When  he  came  to  the  office  he
insisted  on  discussing  the  case  with  Mr.  Watling,  who  sent
for  me.
"That  is  a  bright  young  man,"  Mr.  Weill  declared,  shak-
ing my  hand.     "  He  will  get  on."

"Some  day,"  said  Mr.  Watling,  "he  may  save  you  a  lot
'Of  money,  Weill."

"When  my  friend  Mr.  Watling  is  United  States  Senator,
—  eh?"
L   Mr.  Watling  laughed.    "Before  that,  I  hope.     I  advise


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you  to  compromise  this  suit,  Weill,"  he  added.  "How  would
a  thousand  dollars  strike  you  ?  I've  had  Paret  look  up  the
case,  and  he  tells  me  the  little  girl  has  had  to  have  an  opera-
tion."

"A  thousand  dollars!"  cried  the  grocer.  "What  right
have  these  people  to  let  their  children  play  on  the  streets  ?
It's  an  outrage."

"Where  else  have  the  children  to  play?"  Mr.  Watling
touched  his  arm.  "Weill,"  he  said  gently,  "suppose  it  had
been  your  little  girl?"  The  grocer  pulled  out  his  handker-
chief and  mopped  his  bald  forehead.     But  he  rallied  a  little.
