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THE SUNDAY PORTLAim MAKOH 13, 190 31 OPPORTUNITIES OF TODTVU. FOR LJOL1TH JUDGE CHARLES B. BELLINGER SPEAKS OF THE LAW AS A CAREER This Is the fourth In tho series of Interviews dealing with the oppor tunities which various professions and pursuits offer to the youth of today. The fifth article, which will be pub lished next Sunday, will be an inter view with I. Samuel on life insurance as a vocation for young men. HAT is the most important mental quality for a lawyer?" asked Judge C B. Bel linger the question, and the man who presides over the United States Courts for the District of. Oregon hesitated not fit all to make reply. "Judgment," he said decidedly, "good judgment." So brief was the answer that I felt like asking if that were all. I must have looked the query, for the Judge proceeded Ho answer it. "Good judgment,'? said he, "Is that quality of mind which enables a man to estimate things at' their value. The law yer must know the legal effect of a given state of facts the application to be made of legal principles to the case in hand. A learned man knows the law; if he is a wise one, he knows now to apply It. Such a manwlll have ability" of state ment, the faculty of presenting his case clearly, without confusing or obscuring its salient points. I should say that such ta man, with "habits of industry, tact and 'good moral character, will, unless over taken by some calamitous circumstance, succeed at the bar." , TYom these abstract fields Judge Bel linger returned to answer concrete ques tions. "Would you advise your son to go into it?" I asked him, "providing, of course, that he did not seem to be unfitted in some way for it?" "I think not," said tho Judge. "I should think It better that his own Inclination decide the question for him. Ordinarily I think it -well for a young man to study law as something useful to him in any of the avocations he may follow. To lllus- trate: It would, I am sure, be of great advantage to lawyers and doctors if each class could take a course in the others school." How to Become a Lawyer. "Suppose, ' I said to the Judge, "that you were a young man firmly determined to become a lawyer, how would you go about it?" "Am I supposed to be the son of rich parents, or poor?" Inquired Judge Bel linger. "Let's begin on the rich but honest young man." "Then," said Judge Bellinger, "I would SO to a good law school." "How long would It take you to com plete' your studies there?" "It depends on the school. The course in some schools can be completed in two years. In others it requires three, and possibly in one Eastern university it may take four. The general tendency is to lengthen the course of study." "How much would this law school course cost?" "That also differs in different schools. In Oregon the course is two years. The ulton fees are $60 a year, and the neces sary books and other expenses may bring the total cost for two years up to some $200. I do not think that any other The Sunday Oregonian's Selected Fiction by Famous Authors. -jjr ITHOUGH only one living man of J his own free will ever went among them there, still, any well-learned person In Ireland can tell you that the abode of the Good People jrs in the hollow heart of the great mountain Slelve-na-mon. That same ono man was Darby O'Glll, a cousin of zny other mother. Bight and left, generation after gen eration, the fairies had stolen pigs, young chlldher, old women, young men, cows, churnlngs of butter from other people, but had never bothered any of our kith or kin until, for some mysterious rayson, they soured on Darby, and took the eldest of his three foine pigs. The next week a second pig went the came way. The third week not a thing had Darby left for tho Balinrobe fair. Tou may aisly think how sore and Borry the poor man was, an how Bridget, his wife, an the chlldher carried on. The rent was due, and all left was to sell his cow Rosle- to pay it. Rosle was the ap ple of his eye; he admired and rayspected the pigs, but he loved Rosle. Worst luck of all was yet to come. On the morning when Darby went for the cow to bring her into market, bad scrans to the hoof was there; but in her place only a wisp of dirty straw to mock him. Millie murther! What a howlln' and creechln and cursln did Darby bring back to the house! "Fairy or no fairy, ghost or goblin, llvin' or dead, who took Rosle'll rue the day," he says. With those wild words he boulted in the direction of Slelve-na-mon. All day long he climbed like an ant over the hill, looking for hole or cave through which he could get at the prison of Rosle. At times he struck the rocks' with his blackthorn, cryin' out challenge. No one made answer at least, not just then, but at night, as he turned, hungry and footsore, toward home, who should he meet up with on the crossroads but the ould fairy doctor, Sheelah Magulre; well known was she as a spy for the Good People. She spoke up: "Oh, then, you're the foolish, blunder-In'-headed man to be" saying what you've said and doing what you've done this day. Darby O'Glll," says she. "What do I care!" says he, fiercely. "I'd light the dlvll for my beautiful cow." "Then go Into Mrs. Hagan's meadow be yant," says Sheelah. "and wait till the moon is up. By an by ye'll see a herd of cows como down from the mountain and yer own'll be among them." "What Til do then?" asked Darby, his voice trembling with excitement. "Sorra a hair I care what ye do! . But there'll be lads there, and hundreds you won't see. that'll stand no ill words. Darby O'Glll." "One question more, ma'm," says Dar iy, as Sheelah was moving away. "How late in the night will they stay without?" Sheelah caught him by the collar and, pulling his head close, whispered: "When the cock crows the Good People must be safe at home. After cock-crow they have no power to help or to hurt and every mortal eye can see them plain." It was dark night when Darby stretched himself on the ground In Hagan's mead ow; the yellow rim of the moon just tipped the edge of the hills. To creep qnlet as a cat through the hedge and raich the first cow was only a Silnute's work Then his plan to wait 11 cock-crow with all other sober, sensi ble; thoughts -went clane out of the lad's ieadTforehi6 jage; for cropping eagerly state has a cheaper course, and in many it costs much more." 'It seems to cost far Jess to make lawyers than it does to make doctors," I suggested. "A physician was quoted the other day as saying that $4000 would be a fair estimate oj. what it would cost a father to make a doctor out of- the aver age young man." "I do not know how that is," replied the Judge. "But it is probable that the physician's estimate includes" the stu dent's cost of Ing while pursuing his studies, while the lawyer's estimate is merely for tuition and books. It is possi ble, furthermore, that the estimate of $4000 Is Intended to cover the expense of a course of lectures in one or more for eign schools of medicine. It Is, I believe, quite the thing in these days for gradu ates of medicine In this country to go abroad for further study. I know of no other explanation of the question sug gested." "When the course In a law school has, been completed is the student a lawyer?" "Not until he has passed the examina tions of .the Supreme Court; and then he is a, lawyer only to the same extent that a graduate of a medical college 13 a doctor." Case of the Poor Young Man. ' Having traveled with the rich young man from the period when he wears long red ribbons In his buttonhole at a foot ball game and howls himself hoarse with enthusiasm at the victory of his high school depaticg team, to the time when he appears for examination at the bar of the Supreme Court, and having left him there a full-fledger lawyer, I returned to the Charles Byron Bellinger was born in Magna n, III., in 1859. He moved with his parents to Oregon in 1847. He was educated at Willamette Uni versity, but did not graduate. He studied law and was admitted to tho bar in 1863. He served In the Modoo campaign in the lAva Beds in 1878, was clerk and official reporter of the Supreme Court of Oregon from 1874 to 1878. He was appointed Judge of the State Circuit Court in 1878, and served two years. In 1893 he was appointed United States District Judge for the district of Oregon, and still holds this position. case of the young man whose parents were probably honest and certainly poor. "How about him?" I asked. "How does he become a lawyer, if he hasn't got money to go to a law school?" "He can read law in the office of a law firm for a certain number of years three years in Oregon and then apply to the Supreme Court for admission to the bar. The court will set aside a day, usually at the beginning of the term, when appli cants will be examined. The examination In this state Includes only legal subjects, but ever applicant for examination must present either a certificate of study In some college, or a certificate that he has read law three years with some firm, or a diploma of some reputable law school, Certain affidavits as to character and time of study must also be presented. Then, if all goes well, the applicant is admitted to the bar and is entitled to practice In all the courts of the state. As a matter of courtesy, a certificate issued in one state is usually recognized by the courts of Darbv the long, sweet grass, the first baste he . met was Rosle. , With a leap Darby was behind her, his stick falling sharply on her flanks. The ingratlchude of that cow almost broke Darby's heart. Rosle turnedo fiercely on him with a vicious lunge, her two horns aimed at his breast. There was no sup pler boy In the parish than Darby, and well for him it was so, for the mad rush the cow gave would have caught any man the laste trifle heavy on his legs and ended his days right there. As It was, our hayro sprang to one side. As Rosle passed his left hand gripped her tall. When one of the O'GIlls takes hould of a thing he hangs on like a bull-terrier. Now began a race, the like of which was never heard of before or since. Ten Jumps to the second and a hundred" feet to. the jump. .Rosle's tall standing straight up in the air, firm as an iron bar, and Darby floating straight out behind; a thousand furious fairies flying a short distance after filling the air with wild commands and threatenings. Suddenly the sky opened for a crash of lightning that shivered the hills, and a roar of thunder that turned out of their beds every man, woman and child in four counties. Flash after flash came the light ning hitting on every side of our hayro. If It wasn't for fear of hurting Rosle, the fairies would certainly have killed Darby. As the cow turned into the long, nar row valley which cuts into the east side of the mountain the Good People caught up with the pair, and what they didn't do to Darby in the line of stcklng pins, pull ing whiskers and pinching wouldn't take long to tell. In troth, he was Just about to let go his hould and take the chances of a fall when the hillside opened and whisk! the cow turned Into the mountain. Darby found himself flying down a wide, high passage, which grew lighter as he went along. He heard the opening behind shut like a trap, and his heart almost stopped beating, for this was the fairies' home in the heart of Slelve-na-mon. He was captured by them! When Rosle stopped so stiff were all Darby's Joints that he had great trouble loosening himself to come down. He landed among a lot of angry-faced little people, each no higher than your hand, every one wearing a green velvet cloak and a red cap, and in every cap was stuck a white owl's feather. "We'll take him to the King." says a red-whuskered wee chap. "What he'll do to the murtherin' spalpeen'll be good and plenty!" With that they marched our bould Dar by, a prisoner, down tho long passage, which every second grew wider and lighter and fuller of little people. Sometimes, though, he met wilth human beings like himself, only the black charm was on them, they having been stolen at some time by the Good People. He saw lost people there from every parish in Ire land, both commoners and gentry. Each was laughing, talking and diverting him self with another. Off to the sides he could see small cobblers making brogues, tinkers mending pans, tailors sewing cloth, smiths hammering horseshoes, every one merrily to his trade, making a divarsion out of work. Down near the center of the mountain was a room twenty times higher and broader than the biggest church In the worruld. As they drew near this room there arose the sound of a reel played on bagpipes. The music was so bewitching that Darby, who was the gracefullest reel dancer in all Ireland, could hardly make his" feet behave themselves. At the room's edge Darby stopped short and caught his breath, the sight was so entrancing. Set over the broad floor were thousands and thousands of the Good Peo ple, facing this way and that, dancing to a reel; while on a throne in the mid other, states and admits an attorney to practice without further examination." . "Fine," said I, "but how .does the poor young man get the opportunity to read law In the office of a law firm?" "He applies for the position as he would dle of the room sat ould Brian Connors, King of the Fairies, blowing on the bag pipes. The little King, with a goold crown on his head, wearing a beautiful green velvet coat and red kneebreeches, sat with his legs crossed, beating time with his foot to the music There were many from Darby's own parish; and what was his surprise to see there Maureen McGIbney, his own wife's sister, whom he had 'supposed resting daclntly In her own grave In holy ground these three years. As I tould you before, I tell you again, Darby was the finest reel dancer In all Ireland; and he came from a family of dancers, though I say It who shouldn't, as he was my mother's own couslriT Three things In the worruld banish sor rowlove and whisky and music. So. when the surprise of it all melted a little Darby's feet led him in to the thick of the throng, right under the throne of the King, where he flung care to the winds and put his heart and mind into his two nimble feet Darby's dancing was such that purty soon those around stood still to admire. It wasn't long till half the dancers crowded around admiring, clapping their hands, and shouting encouragement. The ould King grew so excited that he laid down the pipes, took up his fiddle, came down from the throne, and standing fer nlnst Darby, began a finer chune than the first. The dancing lasted a whore hour, no one speaking a word except to cry out, "Foot It, ye devil!" "Aisy now, he's threading on flowers!" "Hooroo! hooroo! hooray!" Then the King stopped and said: "Well, that bates Banagher, and Ban agh'er bates the worruld! Who are you and how camo you here?" Then Darby up and tould the whole story. When, he had finished, the King looked sayrlous. 'I'm glad you came,, an I'm sorry you came," he says. "If we had put our charm on you outside to bring you in you'd never die till the lnd of the worruld, when we here must all go to hell. But," he added, quickly, "there's no use In worrying about that now. Those willing to come with us can't come at all, at all; and here you are of your own free act and will. Howsomever, you're here, and we darn't let you go outside to tell others of what you have seen, and so give us a bad name about about tak ing things, you know. We'll make you as comfortable as we can; and so you won't worry about Bridget and the chll dher; Til have a goold sovereign left with them every day of their Uvea. But I wish we had- comelther on you," he says, with a sigh, "for it's aisy to see you're great company." That's how Darby O'Glll began his six months' stay with the Good People. Not a thing was left undone to make Darby contented and happy. A clvlller people than the Good People he never met. At first he couldn't get over saying, "God save all here" and "-God save you kindly," and things like that, which was like burn ing them with a hot iron. If it "weren't for Maureen McGibney, Darby would be in Slelve-na-mon at this hour. On a day when tney two were Bit tine alone together she says to him: "Darby, dear," says she, "It isn't right for a daclnt man of a tamuy to De spend ing bis days cavortin' and Idlin and flllln' the hours with sport and noiisense." "Thrue for re!" moaned Darby, "and my heart is Just splittln' lor a sight of Bridsret an' the chlldher. "I know well how you feel," say Mau reen, "for Pd give the world to say three words to Bob Broderlck. since ye tell me that out of grief for me he has never kept company with any other girl till this day. But that'll- never 3e,' she, says, "because JTJDGE C. B. BEIXrN'GEK In any other line of buslness,"ald Judge Ballinger. "Such places are not hard to get." I asked what possible use to a largelaw firm an untrained young man couUl be. "What Is he given to do?" I said. and the I must stop here till the Day of Judgment, then I must go. to ," says she, begin ning to cry, "but If you get out you'll bear a mesage to Bob for me, mavbe?" she says. , "It's aisy to talk about going out, but how can. It be done?" asked Darbv. "There's a way," says Maureen, wiping her big gray eyes, "but It may take years. First you must know that the Good Peo ple can never put their charm on any one who is willing to tome with them. That's why you came safe. Then, again, they can't work harm In the daylight, and after cock-crow any mortal eye can see them plain; nor can they harm any one who has a sprig of holly, nor pass over a leaf or twig of holly, because that's Christmas bloom. Well, there's a certain evil word for a charm that opens the side of tho mountain, and I will try to find It out for you. Without that word all the armies in the worruld couldn't get out or in. But you must be patient and wise and wait" "I will so, with the help of God' says Darby. At these words Maureen gave a terrible screech. "Cruel man," she cried, "don't you know that to say pious words to one of the Good People, or to one under their black charm, is like cutting him with a knife?" The next night she came to Darby again. "Watch yourself now," she says, "for tonight they're goin' to lave the door of the mountain open to thry you; and if you stir two steps outside they'll put the comelther on you," she says. Suro enough, when Darby took his walk down the passage after supper, as he did every night there the side of the moun tain lay wide open and no one In sight The temptation to make one rush was great; but he only looked out a minute, and went whistling down the passage, knowing well that a hundred hidden eyes wero on him the while. For a dozen nights after it was the same. At another time Maureen said: "The King himself Is going to thry you hard the day, so beware!" She had no sooner said the words than Darby was called for and went up to the King. "Darbyi my sow)," says the King, in a sootherln' way, "have this noggin of punch. A betther never was brewed; it's the last we'll havd for many a day. I'm going to set you free, Darby O'GIlh that's what I am." "Why, King," said Darby, putting on a mournful face, "how have I offended ye?" "No offense at all," says the King, "only we're depriving yJu." "No depravity In life!" says Darby. "I have lashins and lavings to ate and to drink and nothing but fun an' divarsion all day long. Out In the worruld It was nothing but work and th rouble and sick ness, disappointment and care." "But Bridget and the chlldher?" says the King, giving him a sharp look, out of half-shut eyes. "Qh, as for that. King," says Darby, "It's aisler for a widow to get a husband or for orphans to find a father than it is for them to pick up a sovereign a day." The King looked mighty satisfied and smoked for a while without a word. "Would you mind gohir out an evenln now and then, helpln the boys to mind the cows?" he asked at last Darby feared to trust himself outside in their company. "Well, m tell ye how it is." replied my hrave Darby. "Some pf the neighbors might see me, and spread the report on me that Tm with the fairies, and that'd disgrace Bridget and .the. chlldher he says. . , ' The Klng.knockedshe from his pipe. "The idea with which students are taken into a law office, as a general thing, 13 not that of use to the firm, but of oppor tunity to the student- There is little, If any, service of particular value that such a student can render. Formerly stu Good People "You're a wise man, besides being the holght of good company," says he, "an It's sorry I am you didn't take my word, for then we would have you always, at laste till the Day of Judgment when but that's nayther here nor there! Howsom ever, we'll bother you about It no more." From that day they thrated him as one of their own. It was nearly five months afther that Maureen plucked Darby by the coat and led him off to a lonely spot 'I've got the word," she says. "Have you, faith! What Is It?" says Darby, all of a thrlmble. Then she whispered a word so blasphay mous, so irrayllgious that Darby blessed himself. When Maureen saw him making the sign, she fell down in a fit the holy emblem hurt her so, poor child. Three hours, after this me bould Darby was sitting at bis own fireside talking to Bridget and the chlldher. The neighbors, were hurrying to him down every road and through every field, carrying armfuls of holly bushes, as he had sent word for them to do. He knew well he'd have fierce and savage visitors before morning. After they had come with the holly he had them make a circle of It so thick around the house that a fly couldn't walk through without touching a twig or leaf. But that was not all. They made a sec ond ring of holly outside the first so that the house sat iff two great wreaths, one wreath around the other. The outside ring was much the bigger, and left a good space between It and the first, with room for ever so many people to stand there. It was like the Inner ring, except for a little gate, left open as though by acci dent, where the fairies could walk in. But it wasn't an accident at all, only the wise plan of Maureen's; for near by this, little gap. In the outside wreath, lay a sprig of holly with a bit of twine tied to it Then the twine ran adong up to Darby's house, and In through the win dow, where Its lnd lay convaynlent to his hand. A little pull on the twine would drag the stray piece of holly into the gap and close tight the outside ring. Well, anyway, these things were hardly finished and fixed when the dusky brown of the hills warned, the neighbors of twi light and they scurried like frightened rabbits to their homes. Only one among them all had courage to Bit Inside Darby's house waiting the dreadful wlsitors, and that one was Bob Broderlck. For some rayson' or other the Good People were long in coming. Ten o'clock struck, thin eleven, afther that twelve, and not a sound from the outside. Within the minute a thousand rustling wo Ices sprung from outside. Through the win dow, in the clear moonlight, Darby marked weeds and grass being trampled by the inwisible feet beyond the furthest ring of holly. Suddenly broke a great cry. The gap in the first ring was found. Signs were plainly seen" of uncountable feet rushing through and spreading about jthe nearer wreath. Afther that a howl of madness from the little men and women. Darby had pulled hl3 twine, and the. trap was closed, with 5000 of the Good People en tirely at his mercy. Princes, princesses, dukes, dukesses, earls, earlesses, and all the quality of Slelve-na-mon were prisoners. Not more than a dozen of the last to come escaped, and they iiew back to tell the King. For an hour "they raged. All the bad names ever called to mortal man were given tree, but Darby said never a word. "Pickpocket!" "Sheep-stayler!" "Xiir- dents were very serviceable as copyists of J legal papers, and this was a good school 1 in -which to become acquainted with legal forms and with rules of pleading and practice. Now, with the advent of the stenographer and . typewriter, all this Is changed." ' And what salary does - such a young man get?" He doesn't get any," said Judge Bell inger calmly, as though It would be a simple and a better plan for a poor young man to get along without such a distract ing element as an Income. How does the poor young- man- live. then, while he was studying?" I Inquired. Students Must Support Themselves. He should have some other means of livelihood. The benevolence of lawyers does not go to the length of hiring young fellows to read law. Of course, if the student Is a stenographer, he can very often command- a good salary. But as a general thing he obtains only his Instruc tion. Most of the large firms have several students." Then Judge Bellinger summarized the situation: "There are more ways to become a lawyer than there are to become a physi cian. A young man may go to a law school and thence be admitted to the bar ofter a course of study varying from two to four years, at a, cost varying from $i50 to $1000 a year, including board and lodg ing. Or he may read law with an estab lished firm for three years. Which Is the best method?" I think a young man should get all the information he can," said the Judge, deftly evading the point, "but many of our most successful lawyers are graduates of law offices. Process of Getting Into Business. Here, then, we had the process of mak ing a lawyer; a process, it would seem. which is somewhat shorter, much less costly, requiring less exacting technical education than the making of a physician. It remained only to find out how the newly-hatched lawyer proceeded to prey upon the public "How does a lawyer get Into business?" I asked, with much baldness and direct ness. "Often he never does," said the Judge, "As a matter of fact, many of the men who are admitted to the bar never prac tice, or abandon the profession to engage In other business." Judge Bellinger rooted out an anclent- looklng tome from his bookshelves. "Iiook at my old class," he commanded. "We were admitted to the bar In 1SS3, nine of us. Only four of us continued to practice law for any length of time. One became a preacher, a good preacher. Another went as purser onf a steamboat; ho wa3 blown tin later. Another went Into the real es tate and insurance business. I forgot what hapnened to the other two. I think we were a fairly typical class. Ifs Just a question -of adaptability. Many men find out that they cannot adapt themselves to tho practice, after they have been admit ted to the bar. They are not In love with their profession, and you know it is said that the law is a jealous mistress." Still I was unenlightened as to how law yers 'began their predatory careers. I al tered my original question a little to fit the situation: "How do lawyers who continue to nractice obtain their first business?" "Sometifires they start In the employ of therin thafe of a blaggardl" were the ' softest words trun at him. By an by, howsumever, as it begun to grow near to cock-crow, their talk grew a dale clvller. Then came beggln', pladin', promlsln', and enthratln', but the doors of the house still stayed shut an' its win dows down. Purty soon Darby's old rooster Terry came down from his perch, yawned, an' flapped his wings a few times. At that the terror and the screechin' of the Good People would have melted tho heart of a stone. All of a sudden, a fine, clear voice rose from beyant the crowd. The Kipg-had come. The other fairies grew still listen ing. "To mprtherin' thafe of the worruld," says the King, grandly, "what are ye do in' wid my people?" "Keep a civil tongue in yer head. Brian Connors," says Darby, sticking his head out the window, "for I'm as good a man as you, any day," says Darby. ' At that minute Terry, the cock, flapped his wings and crowed. In a flash there sprang Into full view the crowd of Good People dukes, earls, princes, quality and commoners, with their ladies jammed thick together about the house; every one of them with his head turn back bawling and crying, and tears as big, as 'pigeon eggs rolling down their cheeks. A few feet away, on a straw pile In the barnyard, stood-the King, his goold. crown tilted on the side of his head, his long, green cloak of about him and his rod in his hand, but thremblln all over. " In the middle -of the crowd, but tower ing high above them all, stood Maureen McGIbney In her cloak of green an' goold, her purty brown hair fallln' down her chowlders an she the crafty villain cryln' an' bawlln' an' abusln' Darby with the best of them. "What'll you have an' let them go?" says the King. "First' an' foremost," says Darby, "take yer spell off that slip of a girl there an send her Into the house." In a second Maureen was standing in side the door, her both arms about Bob'3 neck and her head on his collar-bone. What they said to each other, an' what they done In the way of . embracin' an klssin an' cryln I won't take time in telling you. "Next" says Darby, "send back Rosle and the pigs." "I expected that" says the King. And at those words they saw a black bunch com ing through the air, and In a few -seconds Rosle and the three pigs walked. Into the stable. "Now." says Darby, "promise In the name of Ould Nick" ('tis by him the Good People swear) "never to moll nor meddle again with any one or anything from th'd parish." The King was fair put out by this. How somever, he said at last: "Tou ongrateful scoundrel, In the name of Ould Nick I promise." "So far, so good," says Darby, "but the worst is yet to come. Now you must ray lase from your spell every sowl you've stole from this parish; and, besides, you must send me two hundhred pounds 'in goold." Well, the King gave a roar of anger that was heard in the next barony. "Ye high-handed, hard-hearted robber," he says, "PU never consent!" says. he. "Plase yeself." says Darby. "I see Father Cassldy comln' down the hedge." he says. "and'II he has a prayer for ye all In. his book that'll burn ye up like wisps of sthraw if he ever catches y& here," says Darby. With that the roaring and bawling was pitiful to hear, and In a few minutes a bag with two" hundhred" goold sovereigns' In it was trun -at Darby's threshold; and. the firm with which they studied. Most of them get into business' through other law- yers, who need assistance or who have some chronic job on hand that they -want to get rid of, and who take in promising young fellows, who look as though they might (be capable and useful. These young lawyers are in' this way Introduced to the practice; If they prove Industrious, and attentive to what Is given them, and their habits are good, they will create confi dence among their older brethren, and acquire confidence in themselves, and It will be only a question of time when they will form a partnership with some estab lished lawyer or launch out singly for themselves." "If you weJb an attorney who had Just been admitted to practice," JT. said to tha Judge, "and you were to rent an. office In good office building In Portland, and have it nicely furnished, and have C B, Bellinger, Attorney-at-law,' painted oa the door, and you sat in the office' day after day, would you ever get a client?" Patience Is a Necessity;. "Oh, yes. It might be a iong time, but all things come to him who waits. The young lawyer must bide his time. Ho must wait for clients; they will not wait for him. It Is a saying among the fra ternity, that if a lawyer keeps his 'office his office will keep him. Thl3 is the only prescribed method to get business. It Is a hard way, but It Is the only way. Ono among the most successful lawyers in, this city told me some years since that there were many months after he first opened his office when his earnings did not ex ceed $3 per month. I should say that It took rare courage to stand that. "What Is called 'luck' may set the young lawyer on his prosperous way." How Is a lawyer lucky?" I asked. Just as men are lucky In all the walks of life, If what seems to be luck Is in fact so. I do' not mean that stroke of fortune that always comes to the deserv ing, and generally despairing young law yer, wno is rouna in ncaoa unu nuna often in the popular mind. He gets into a great case, probably his first case, generally the cause of the widow or orphan, or both, wins it, and has estab lished his fame and achieved a fortune in the space of an hour,, more or less. That never happens in real life. Hera a young attorney may think himself lucky if the opportunity comes to him to show that he is punctual and painstak ing in attending to any matter, however small, that has been intrusted to him (the man who is careful in little things will not be careiess In largo ones); that he can safely be relied upon In whatever he undertakes. The man who has tha opportunity to show himself capable, prompt and faithful In his business, and who improves, that opportunity,, will not be long In waiting for business."' Criminal Practice Not Advisable. "Should a young lawyer seek criminal cases?" "The criminal law Is not an Inviting field of practice. As a rule, neither rep utation nor money are gained in it now-a-days." I asked hoVr a young lawyer or a stranger might obtain, a civil practice. "If I could definitely answer that ques tion," Judge Bellinger assured me, "I would be the most popular man In town, among a great many lawyers,, young and old, present and prospective. Many good men quit the profession because they cannot answer it." A C. Hermione Temp let on 50 people, young an some of them ould, flew over an stood besldo the King. Soma of them had spent years with the falrie3. The relatives thought them dead and burled. They were the lost ones from that parish. With that Darby pulled the bit of twine again, opening the trap, and it wasn't long until every fairy was gone. The green coat of the last one was hard ly out of sight when, sure enough, who should come up but Father Cassidy, his book in bis hand. He looked at the 50 people who had been with the fairies standln' there the poor crathures threm blln an' wondherin an' af eared to go to their homes. Darby tould him what had happened. "To foolish man," says the priest, "you could have got out every poor presoner that's locked in Slelve-na-mon. let alone those from this parish." One could "have scraped with, a knlfa the surprise off Darby's face. "Would your reverence have me let out the Corkonlans, the Connaught men and the Fardowns, I ask ye?" he says, hotly. "When Mrs. Maloney there goe3 home and finds that Tim has married tha Widow Hogan, ye'll say I let out too many, even of this parish, I'm thlnklnV "But" says the priest, "ye might have got two hundred pounds for aich of ust It aich had two hundhred pounds, what comfort would I have in being rich?" axed Darby agin. "To enjoy well being rich there should be plenty of poor," says Darby. "God forgive ye, ye selfish man!" saya Father Cassldy. "There's ano'ther rayson besides," saya Darby. "I never got betther nor friend lier thratement that I had from the Good People. An the dlvil a hair of their heads I'd hurt more than need be," ha says. Some way or other the King heard- of this saying, an' was so mightily pleased that the next night a jug of the finest poteen was left at Darby's door. After that, lndade, many's the Winter night when the snow lay so heavy that no neighbor was stirrin', and when Bridget and the chlldher were in bed. Darby sat by the fire, a noggin of hot punch in hte hand, "argylng an getting news of the whole worruld. A little man with a goold crown on "his head, a green cloak on his back and one foot trun over the other, sat ferninst him by the hearth. Copyright - by McClure, Phillips & Co.) God Moves In a Mysterious Way. William Cowper. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform;. He plants His footsteps in the Bes Ana rides upon the storm. 1 Deep la unfathomable mines' Of never-falling skill He treasures up His bright'-designs. And works His sovereign will. Te fearful saints, fresh courage taiel The clouds ye. so much dread' Are big with mercy, and shall "break In blessings on your head. Judge nob the Lord by feeble sense. But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning, providence ... . He hides a smiling face. His purposes will rivn fast Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a blttertaste. But sweet will he tha flowers, v - Blind unbelief is sure to err.- ' .And scan His work, in vain; God is His own Interpreter. And He will.-make it. plain. Jubilee presents of .Queen "Victoria ar. to be exhibited at the- world's fair in art.
