its somewhat pathetic surprise that
Mr. Rand himself would take the case and oppose Mr. Cary.

The two had fought it with a determination apparent to every bystander,
and now, on the last day of the trial, the counsel for the prosecution
rose to sum up his case. He was listened to with attention, and his
speech was effective. The theme was the individual who, after forgery
and embezzlement, had taken French leave, quitting a post of trust and
credit for regions where he hoped to enjoy his ill-gotten gains in peace
and quietness. The regions had proved inhospitable, and a sheriff had
escorted the unlucky adventurer with that which was not his own back to
the spot whence he had started. His transgression was now to be traced
from the moment--day or night, or sunrise or sunset; what mattered the
moment?--when the thought passed through his brain, "Why should I plod
on like other men?"

"'Passed through,' did I say?--nay, it tarried; at first like a visitor
who will one day take his leave, then a cherished inmate, and at last
lord and master of every crevice of that petty mansion! It _dwelled_
there, and day by day it fed itself with remembered examples. 'There was
Tom, over on the Eastern Shore, grew tired, too, of working for his
employers,--and he robbed the till one night, and got off on a sloop to
the Havana, and now they say he has a pirate ship of his very own! And
Dick. Dick got tired, too, in a tan-yard in Alexandria, and when his
master sent him on a mission to Washington, he took his foot in his hand
and went farther. He had his expenses in his pocket, so why not? He's
prospering now in a bigger and gayer town than Alexandria! And Harry.
Harry was more trusted than them all, but he, too, got tired--in a
warehouse at Rocket's--of plod, plod, plod! serve, serve, serve! So he
forged a name, and took the gold that lay beneath his hand, tore up his
indentures, and fled in the night-time--over the hills and far away!
He's a rich man now, somewhere near the sunset, rich and great, with
clerks of his own. He had the advantage of education, had Harry!
Examples! Examples thick as hops! What's Buonaparte himself but a poor
Corsican lieutenant that stole an empire? I'll be bold, too. I'll steal,
and then I'll steal away!'

"So scullion soul to pliant body. His thought is father to his deed, and
there is the usual resemblance between son and parent. What matters it
that he has lived in his employer's house, and has found h