ufficiently novel, so the demeanor of Mr. Converse
announced, to arrest even the attention of a gentleman who usually
refused to allow the routine of his life to be interrupted by anything
less than an earthquake. He halted and fronted this stranger.

"A man who wears that," proceeded Farr, indicating the rosette of the
Military Order of the Loyal Legion in the lapel of Mr. Converse's coat,
"and wears it because it came to him by inheritance from General Aaron
Converse is bound to listen to that appeal."

"Explain, sir."

"Do you know a Richard Dodd who is the nephew of Colonel Dodd?"

"I do, sir. You aren't asking me to assist him, are you? I will have
nothing to do with him--no help from me!"

"Just a moment--wait one moment! Mr. Converse, do you know a man named
Dennis Burke who has been in prison for ballot frauds?"

"I helped send him there, sir. Are you reciting the rogues' roster to
me?"

"Richard Dodd has dressed Burke up as a parson and is trying to force a
young woman into a marriage. I haven't time to tell you how I happened
to know about this affair--but it is in Rose Alley and there's no time
to waste."

"A preposterous yarn."

"I have just come from that house."

"You're a young man of muscle--why didn't you stop it?"

"The girl's mother is there, backing Dodd. Mr. Converse, the cause needs
a man like you--a man of law, of standing, of influence. I appeal to you
to follow me."

"A moment--a moment! I scent a ruse. I don't know you. Are you a decoy
for blackmailers or robbers?" he inquired, bluntly.

Farr took off his hat and stood before the Honorable Archer Converse,
his strange, slow, winning smile dawning on his face.

"I beg your pardon for interrupting your stroll," he said, gently. "I
hope you'll look at me! You may see, perhaps, that you're in error.
I'll go back and kill Dodd--and come to your office to-morrow--on
business--engaging you as counsel for the defense."

"Lead the way to that house," snapped Mr. Converse. The attitude of
Farr, his forbearance, his refraining from further solicitation, his
frank demeanor, won out for him. "I'm sometimes a little hasty in
my remarks," acknowledged Mr. Converse in the tone of one who felt
chastened. "Are you a new-comer to our city?" he continued as they
hurried away. "You must be. I should certainly have remembered you if I
had ever seen you before." It was an indirect compliment--a gentleman's
careful approach to an apology.

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