these interests secretly as those opposed to them. He always played his own hand. To quote Kalender "he was deep." My first real meeting with him gave me an impression of him which I was never able to divest myself of. I was in my little dark cupboard of an office very lonely and reading hard to keep my mind occupied with some other subject than myself, when the door half opened quietly, with or without a preliminary knock, I never could tell which, and a large man insinuated himself in at it and, after one keen look, smiled at me. I recalled afterward how catlike his entrance was. But at the moment I was occupied in gauging him. Still smiling he moved noiselessly around and took his stand with his back to the one window. "You are Mr. Glave?" he smiled. "Glad to see you?" He had not quite gotten rid of the interrogation. I expressed my appreciation of his good-will and with, I felt, even more sincerity than his; for I was glad to see any one. "Always pleased to see young lawyers--specially bright ones." Here I smiled with pleasure that he should so admirably have "sized me up," as the saying goes. "You are a lawyer also?" I hazarded. "Yes. Yes. I see you are studious. I always like that in a young man--gives him breadth--scope." I assented and explained that I had been in politics a little also, all of which he appeared to think in my favor. And so it went on till he knew nearly all about me. In fact, I became quite communicative. It had been so long since I had had a lawyer to talk with. I found him to be a remarkably well-informed man, and with agreeable, rather insinuating manners. He knew something of books too, and he made, I could not tell whether consciously or unconsciously, a number of literary allusions. One of them I recall. It was a Spanish proverb, he said: "The judge is a big man, but give your presents to the clerk." "Well, you'll do well here if you start right. The tortoise beats the hare, you know--every time--every time." I started, so apt was the allusion. I wondered if he could ever have known Peck. "Yes, I know that. That's what I mean to do," I said. "Get in with the right sort of folks, then when there's any sweeping done you'll be on the side of the handle." He was moving around toward the door and was looking out of the window reflecting. "I have a letter to a gentleman named Leigh," I said. "I have not yet presented it." "Ah!"