by a tacit consent of nearly every one were left for my visits. But
Peck, who now professed a great friendship for me, must take to coming
on precisely the evenings I had selected for my calls. He never wore a
collar that fitted him, and his boots were never blacked. Miss Lilian
used to laugh at him and call him "the burr"--indeed, so much that I
more than once told her, that while I was not an admirer of Peck
myself, I thought the fact that he was really in love with her ought to
secure him immunity from her sarcasm. We had quite a stiff quarrel over
the matter, and I told her what our old law professor had said of Peck.
I had rather thought that, possibly, Mr. Poole, knowing of the growing
relation of intimacy between myself and his daughter, would throw a
little of his law business my way; but he never did. He did, in fact,
once consult me at his own house about some extensive interests that he
owned and represented together in a railway in a Western city; but
though I took the trouble to hunt up the matter and send him a brief on
the point carefully prepared, he did not employ me, and evidently
considered that I had acted only as a friend. It was in this
investigation that I first heard of the name Argand and also of the P.
D. and B. D. R.R. Co. I heard long afterward that he said I had too many
interests to suit him; that he wanted a lawyer to give him all his
intellect, and not squander it on politics, literature, sport, and he
did not know what besides. This was a dig at my rising aspirations in
each of these fields. For I used to write now regularly for the
newspapers, and had one or two articles accepted by a leading monthly
magazine--a success on which even Peck congratulated me, though he said
that, as for him, he preferred the law to any other entertainment. My
newspaper work attracted sufficient attention to inspire me with the
idea of running for Congress, and I began to set my traps and lay my
triggers for that.
Success appeared to wait for me, and my beginning was "meteoric."
Meteoric beginnings are fatal. The meteor soon fades into outer
darkness--the outer darkness of the infinite abyss. I took it for
success and presumed accordingly, and finally I came down. I played my
game too carelessly. I began to speculate--just a little at first; but
more largely after awhile. There I appeared to find my proper field; for
I made money almost immediately, and I spent it freely, and, after I had
made a few thousands, I was regarded with respect by my little circle.
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