promptly subscribed for a
year to the New York paper which glorified Peter the most, supposing
that from this time on his name would appear on the front page. When she
found it did not and that it was not mentioned in the press and Health
Board crusade against the other "swill-milk" dealers, she became
convinced that there was some definite attempt to rob Peter of his due
fame. "Why, Peter began it all," she explained, "and now the papers and
Health Board pretend it's all their doings." She wrote a letter to the
editor of the paper--a letter which was passed round the office, and
laughed over not a little by the staff. She never received an answer,
nor did the paper give Peter the more attention because of it.

Two days after the trial, Peter had another call from Dummer.

"You handled that case in great style, Mr. Stirling," he told Peter.
"You know the ropes as well as far older men. You got just the right
evidence out of your witnesses, and not a bit of superfluous rubbish.
That's the mistake most young men make. They bury their testimony in
unessential details, I tell you, those two children were worth all the
rest put together. Did you send them to the country on purpose to get
that kind of evidence?"

"No," said Peter.

"Well, every man in that jury was probably a father, and that child's
talk took right hold of them. Not but that your speech would have done
the business. You were mighty clever in just telling what you saw, and
not going into the testimony. You could safely trust the judge to do
that. It was a great speech."

"Thank you," said Peter.

"He's not to be taffied," thought the lawyer. "Plain talking's the way
to deal with him." He ended his allusions to the trial, and said: "Now,
Mr. Stirling, Mr. Bohlmann doesn't want to have these civil suits go any
further. Mr. Bohlmann's a man of respectability, with a nice wife and
some daughters. The newspapers are giving him quite enough music without
your dragging him into court."

"It's the only way I can reach him," said Peter.

"But you mustn't want to reach him. He's really a well-meaning man, and
if you ask your clergyman--for I believe you go to Dr. Purple's
church?--you'll find he's very charitable and generous with his money."

Peter smiled curiously. "Distributing money made that way is not much of
a charity."

"He didn't know," said the lawyer. Then catching a look which came into
Peter's face, he instantly added, "at least, he had no ide