The Confessions of Artemas Quibble: Being the Ingenuous and Unvarnished History of Artemas Quibble, Esquire, One-Time Practitioner in the New York Criminal Courts, Together with an Account of the Divers Wiles, Tricks, Sophistries, Technicalities, and Sundry Artifices of Himself and Others of the Fraternity, Commonly Yclept "Shysters" or "Shyster Lawyers"Train, Arthur Cheney
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The Confessions of Artemas Quibble: Being the Ingenuous and Unvarnished History of Artemas Quibble, Esquire, One-Time Practitioner in the New York Criminal Courts, Together with an Account of the Divers Wiles, Tricks, Sophistries, Technicalities, and Sundry Artifices of Himself and Others of the Fraternity, Commonly Yclept "Shysters" or "Shyster Lawyers"
Train, Arthur Cheney
Attorney and client -- Fiction; Legal stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
Resolved to terminate my collegiate career in a blaze of glory, I
went the rounds of the college buildings and bade all my friends
to a grand celebration at the Tavern, where, owing to the large
amount of trade that I had been able to swing to it, my credit was
still good. Even "Buck" de Vries was not forgotten, and without
a suggestion of my contemplated departure I entertained my colleagues
royally with a bowl of punch brewed after a celebrated Cambridge
recipe, which in a decadent age spoke eloquently of the glories of
the past. I was in the midst of a highly colored speech--during
which I must confess de Vries had eyed me in a somewhat saturnine
manner--when the proprietor tapped me on the shoulder and said that
I was wanted outside. Excusing myself I stepped to the door only
to be unexpectedly confronted by the local sheriff, who apologetically
informed me that he held a warrant of attachment for my worldly
goods and another for the arrest of my very worldly person. With
admirable presence of mind I requested his patience until I should
find my coat, and returning via the buttery made my escape from
the premises by means of the rear exit. _Sic gloria transit!_
That night I slept under the roof of the amiable Quirk in Methuen,
and the day after reached New York, the city of my future career.
CHAPTER II
My arrival in the metropolis was unaccompanied by any newspaper
comment or by any particular excitement on the part of the inhabitants.
I simply landed, after a seven hours' journey from Boston, with a
considerable quantity of fine raiment--rather too fine, as I soon
discovered, for the ordinary uses of a serious-minded, working
youth--some fifty odd dollars, and a well-developed bump of self-
confidence that was supported by a strong reserve resolution not
to let anybody get ahead of me. I had all the assurance of a man
double my years and an easy way of making acquaintances that was
destined to stand me in good stead, but I do not wish to be understood
as admitting that my manners were offensive or that I was in any
degree supercilious. I was simply a good fellow who had always
enjoyed the comradeship of other good fellows, and as a result felt
reasonably sure that the rest of the world would treat him kindly.
Moreover, I could dissemble without difficulty and, if occasion
arose, could give the impression of being a diffident and modest
young man, ready and anxious to order himself "lowly and humbly
before his betters."
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