The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains — John Shaqi
The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the PlainsHough, Emerson
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The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains
Hough, Emerson
Great Plains -- Fiction; Historical fiction, American
It was therefore predetermined that Edward Franklin should go into the
office of Judge Bradley to begin his law studies, after he had decided
that the profession of the law was the one likely to offer him the best
career. In making his decision, Franklin was actuated precisely as are
many young men who question themselves regarding their career. He saw
the average results of the lives of others in a given calling, and
conceived, without consulting in most jealous scrutiny his own natural
fitnesses and preferences, that he might well succeed in that calling
because he saw others so succeeding. Already there were two dozen
lawyers in Bloomsbury, and it was to be questioned whether they all did
so well as had Judge Bradley in the hog-stealing epoch of the local
history. Yet it was necessary for him to take up something by way of
occupation, and it resolved itself somewhat into a matter of
cancellation. For the profession of medicine he had a horror, grounded
upon scenes of contract surgery upon the fields of battle. The
ministry he set aside. From commerce, as he had always seen it in his
native town, twelve hours a day of haggling and smirking, he shrank
with all the impulses of his soul. The abject country newspaper gave
him no inkling of that fourth estate which was later to spring up in
the land. Arms he loved, but there was now no field for arms. There
were no family resources to tide him over the season of experiment,
and, indeed, but for a brother and a sister, who lived in an adjoining
farming community, he had no relatives to be considered in his plans.
Perforce, then, Franklin went into the law, facing it somewhat as he
had the silent abattis, as with a duty to perform. Certainly, of all
students, Judge Bradley had never had a handsomer, a more mature, or a
more reluctant candidate than this same Edward Franklin, late captain
in the United States Army, now getting well on into his twenties,
grave, silent, and preoccupied, perhaps a trine dreamy. He might or
might not be good material for a lawyer; as to that, Judge Bradley did
not concern himself. Young men came into his office upon their own
responsibility.
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