on of it.

"Well, I'll own up to you this kind of got under my skin. That Galligan
is a fine-looking fellow, if there ever was one, and he'll never be of
a bit of use any more. Of course the case was plain sailing, and they
ought to have had the verdict, but that lawyer of his handled it to the
queen's taste, if I do say so. He made me feel real bad, by God,--as if
it was my own son Ed who'd been battered up. Lord, I can't forget the
look in that man Galligan's eyes. I hate to go through it again, and
reverse it, but I guess I'll have to, now."

The Judge sat gazing at the flames playing over his gas log.

"Who was the lawyer?" I asked.

"A man by the name of Krebs," he replied. "Never heard of him before.
He's just moved to the city."

"This city?" I ejaculated.

The Judge glanced at me interestedly.

"This city, of course. What do you know about him?"

"Well," I answered, when I had recovered a little from the shock--for it
was a distinct shock--"he lived in Elkington. He was the man who stirred
up the trouble in the legislature about Bill 709."

The Judge slapped his knee.

"That fellow!" he exclaimed, and ruminated. "Why didn't somebody tell
me?" he added, complainingly. "Why didn't Miller Gorse let me know about
it, instead of licking up a fuss after it's all over?"...

Of all men of my acquaintance I had thought the Judge the last to grow
maudlin over the misfortunes of those who were weak or unfortunate
enough to be defeated and crushed in the struggle for existence, and it
was not without food for reflection that I departed from his presence.
To make Mr. Bering "feel bad" was no small achievement, and Krebs had
been responsible for it, of course,--not Galligan. Krebs had turned up
once more! It seemed as though he were destined to haunt me. Well, I
made up my mind that he should not disturb me again, at any rate: I, at
least, had learned to eliminate sentimentality from business, and it
was not without deprecation I remembered my experience with him at the
Capital, when he had made me temporarily ashamed of my connection with
Bill 709. I had got over that. And when I entered the court room (the
tribunal having graciously granted a rehearing on the ground that it had
committed an error in the law!) my feelings were of lively curiosity
and zest. I had no disposition to underrate his abilities, but I was
fortified by the consciousness of a series of triumphs behind me, by
a sense of association with pr