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The Celebrity, Complete

The Celebrity, Complete

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 4619    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

life about the place attracted me, and I rented an office and continued to read law, from force of habit, I suppose. My experience in the service of one of the most

not been for Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke, of Philadelphia. Although it has been specifically written that promotion to a young man

he timber depredations and had begun to buy up reserves. We had rooms in the same Elizabethan building at the corner of Main and Superior streets, but it was more than a year before I got farther than a nod with him. Farrar's nod in itself was a repulsion, and once you had seen it you mentally scored him from the list of your possible friends. Besides this freezing exterior he possessed a cutting and cynical tongue, and had but little confidence in the h

down a flight of stairs because he had undertaken to suggest that which should be done with the timber in Jackson County. By this summary proceeding Farrar l

ressed, and his necktie made but a faint pretence of concealing the gorgeous diamond in his shirt-front. But his face wore an aggrieved air, and his left hand was neatly bound in black and tucked into his coat. He sank comfortably into my wicker chair, which creaked a protest, and produced two yellow-spotted cigars, chewing the end of one with much apparent relish and pu

ief on his hand. Then he brought his fist down on the table so that

for this!" he sho

eir approval, while I put the

n, a look of cunning coming into his little eyes, "but I g

ere to tell me

, and evidently decided t

len hand, "but I want to tell you first that I ought to get t

wly, "it is that Mr. Farrar ought to get ten thousand do

I have now but a vague notion of what he said and how he got there. But I rem

s very characteristic of Farrar not to mention this until he rose to go. About half-past eight he sauntered in upon me, placing his hat precisely on the rack, and we talked until ten, whic

called on you to-day,

"I was sorry not to have b

out in the morning, to drop into my room for a match, and I returned the compliment by borrowing his coal oil when mine was out. At such times we would sit, or more frequently stand, discussing the affairs of the town and of the nation, for politics was an easy and attractive subject to us both. It was only in a general way that we touched upon each other's concerns, this being dangerous ground with Farrar, who was ever ready to close up at anything resembling a confidence. As for me, I hope I am not curious, but I own to having had a curiosity about Farrar's Phil

, I found Farrar awaiting me in the railroad station. He smiled his wonted fraction by way of greeting, stopped to buy a newspap

his for?"

you may have heard me speak. Since you have been away the railroad has brought suit against him. The row is about the lands west of the Washita, on Copper Rise. I

sion of Farrar which I had failed to grasp bef

tter go to Chicago and get Parks. He's an expert in tha

he'll probably take him. It all depends upon how you strike Cooke whether you get the case or not. I have never told you about hi

lroad mixed up

as though he had not a spark of interest in any of it. Mr. Cooke's claim to the land came from a maternal great-uncle, long since deceased, who had been a settler in these regions. The railroad answere

of the Philistines. A silver snaffle on a heavy leather watch guard which connected the pockets of his corduroy waistcoat, together with a huge gold stirrup in his Ascot tie, sufficiently proclaimed his tastes. But I found myself continually returning to the countenance, and I still think I could have model

rrar to introduce me. "Well, I hope." It was pure cord

ell, and invit

he look of the town. We

wanted to know what chance he had to win the suit, and I told him there might be other factors involved beside those of which he had spoken. Plainly, also, that the character of his great-

ider yourself a goo

lawyer was a man of twice my a

scant twenty-four hours, it seemed as if he knew more of its inhabitants than both of us put together. Certain it is that he was less particular with his acquaintances. He hailed the most astonishing people with an easy air of freedom, now releasing my arm, now Farrar's, to salute. He always saluted. He stopped to converse wi

quhar Fenelon Cooke back in Philadelphia! By his eternal accounts of his Germantown stables and of the blue ribbons of his hackneys he killed all sense of pleasure of the scene, and set up an irritation that was well-nigh unbearable. At length we crossed the river, climbed the foot-hills, and paused on the ridge. Below us lay the quaint inn and scattered c

place out of this as was never seen west of New York state, and call it Mohair, after my old trotter. I'll put a palace on that clearing, with the stables just over t

t was as if we had tum

oke," said Farrar, "and you

aid Mr. Cooke, and

e too ignorant to accord to nature a word of praise, he had the grace and intelligence to compliment Farrar on the superb condition of the forests, and on the judgment shown in laying out the roads, which were so well chosen that even in this season they were well drained and dry. That day, too, my views were materially broadened, and I received an insight into the methods and possibilities of my friend's profession sufficient to instil a deeper respect both for it and for him.

nd good-fellowship alike with the clerk of the Lake House or the Mayor, not to mention his own undeniable personality, all combined to make him a favorite. He had his own especial table in the dining-room, called all the waiters by their first names, and they fought for the privilege of attending him. He likewise called the barkeepers by their first names, and had his own particular corner of the

k it very much for granted that he was going to win the suit. Fortune had always played into his hands, he said, and I had no little difficulty in convincing him that matters had passed from his hands into mine. In this I believe I was never entirely

r only hope of winning must be based on proving him one or the other; it did not matter much which, for my expectations at best were small. When I had at length settled

er to prove?" he aske

rove he had been out of his mind,

d this remarkable man. "

t in him, with the possible exception of insanity; and that defect, if it existed in the grand-nephew, took in him a milder and less criminal turn. The old rascal, indeed, had so cleverly worded his deed of sale as to obtain payment without transfer. It was a trifle easier to avoid being specific in that country in his day than it is now, and the document was, in my opinion, sufficiently vague to admit of a double meaning. The original sale had been made to a man, now

bought a horse,-he could never be in a place long without one,-which was chiefly remarkable, he said, for picking up his hind feet as well as his front ones. However he may have differed from the ordinary run of horses, he was shortly attacked by one of the thousand ills to which every horse is subject. I will not pretend to say what it was. I found Mr. Cooke one morning at his usual place in the Lake House bar hol

o was here some fifteen years gone by. He weren't no horse-doctor, but he could fix up a founde

aside, and two or three glasses of Ol

or Vane now?"

e of. Wasn't my darter over there last month, and seen him? And demned

the first train that afternoon. I would have asked Mr. Cooke to go had I dared trust him, such was my anxiety to have him out of the way, if only for a time. I did not tell him about the doctor. He sat up very late with me that night on the Lak

to Mr. Cooke, who had an abnormal though unconscious talent for self-advertisement. It became manifest early that we were losing. Our testimony, as I had feared, was not strong enough, although they said we were making a good fight of

in his eye. He had gone to Narragansett Pier for the summer, whither Farrar had f

my uncle?" a

doctor, "I sho

Cooke, with due solemnity; "

breathless interest, "he wasn't exactly a maniac

s glass swung in mid-air, when a thought struck him,

ear to it?"

fore Saint Peter," said

of appeals; I suppose the railroad thought it cheaper to drop it, since no right of way was involved. And the de

Mr. Cooke came to establish his country-place near Asquith would be interesting, and likewise throw some light on that gentleman's character. And I ask th

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