"When will you do it?" she went on, and then I knew I was in for it, and how well-founded was the suspicion that had been keeping my lips tight-shut upon my dream of independence. "I'll--I'll think about it," was my answer, in a tone which I hoped she would see was not hesitating, but reflective; "I mustn't go too far,--or too fast." "Better go too far and too fast than not go at all," retorted my wise mother. "Once a tortoise beat a hare,--_once_. It never happened again, yet the whole timid world has been talking about it ever since." And she fell into a study from which she roused herself to say, "You'd better let _me_ bargain for the office and the furniture,--and the big sign." She knew--but could not or would not teach me--how to get a dollar's worth for a dollar; would not, I suspect, for she despised parsimony, declaring it to be another virtue which is becoming only in a woman. "Of course,--when--" I began. "We've got to do something in the next six months," she warned. And now she made the six months seem six minutes. I had at my tongue's end something about the danger of dragging her down into misfortune; but before speaking I looked at her, and, looking, refrained. To say it to _her_ would have been too absurd,--to her who had been left a widow with nothing at all, who had educated me for college, and who had helped me through my first year there,--helped me with money, I mean. But for what she gave besides, more, immeasurably more,--but for her courage in me and round me and under me,--I'd never have got my degree or anything else, I fear. To call that courage help would be like saying the mainspring helps the watch to go. I looked at her. "They can't kill me, can they?" said I, with a laugh which sounded so brave that it straightway made me brave. So it was settled. But that was the first step in a fight I can't remember even now without a sinking at the heart. The farmers of Jackson County, of which Pulaski was the county seat, found in litigation their chief distraction from the stupefying dullness of farm life in those days of pause, after the Indian and nature had been conquered and before the big world's arteries of thought and action had penetrated. The farmers took eagerly to litigation to save themselves from stagnation. Still, a new lawyer, especially if he was young, had an agonizing time of it convincing their slow, stiff, suspicious natures that he could be trusted in such a crisis as "going to law." To make matters worse I fell in love. * * * * *