A VIRGINIA LAWYER'S PARTNER.

Globe, Volume VI, Issue 642, 10 July 1876, Page 4

A VIRGINIA LAWYER'S PARTNER.

/ Lawyer J. A. S was sitting in his office on Monday of last week, deep in the mysteries of a case involving the ownership of half the county, or something of equal importance, when his train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. " Come in!" cried Mr 8 .He came in. He was tall, slim; wore a suit of fearfully shabby black, and in his hand he carried a plug hat that would serve as a revolutionary relic at the Centennial. 3is feet were cased in muddy overshoes, which sat so loosely as to justify the suspicion that they covered no boots. From his breast pocket a bundle of dirty papers protruded. " Hem !" began the stranger, in a high, thin voice, and bowing low. « Hem !Mr S , I believe ?" He took a seat without being asked, drew up to the lawyer, and helping himself to a chew of tobacco from a package on the desk, placed his foot in easy familiaritty on the article of furniture. " Ive heard, S' .that you're jest run to death with business?" "Indeed?" "Yes. I thought I'd slip in and see you abeut it." " Ah." " Yas. Now I s'pose that bein' the case, you're in want of a pardner. I'm cor rect, ain't I?" " Well," said Mr S , not a little taken aback, «' I'm sure I don't know, sir. I should like a partner, certainly ; but —but—" " Yaas, I see ; you'd like to know the feller you went halves with, eh ?" ." Exactly." " Wall, I'm J. Percy Flint of Kansas —one of the hyflyin' law sharps of that section—but I was hunted out by the grasshoppers. I ain't no slouch, S . I'm called way up in Leavenworth, I am. You needn't have no fears about me. I'm up to snuff onto every law-pint you can spring. Here Mr Flint threw his hands behind his head, and made a capital shot at the spittoon. " You'll find me one of the "best fellers you ever see ;. sociable and full of entertainin' talk. You could'tdo better'n take me in now, S . You won't get a chance like it every day." "Well," Baid S , assuming a look of reflection, "I'll think about it, Mr Flint. Suppose you call again in about a week." " That's me !" replied Mr Flint, rising and carelessly humming a tune as he walked about the office, looking critically at the appointments and pawing the books with a proprietary interest. "Wall, good day, pardner," he said, as he walked toward the door. " Good day, Mr Flint." " Oh, by the bye," ejaculated the gentleman, as he relinquished the door knob and returned to the desk ; "hev you got a dollar about your clothes ? Thank you. Give It back when I come again. Happened to be short jest now, Think I'll like you fur a pardner first rate. Ta«ta 1" J. Percy Flint hasn't called to arrange the particulars oE the partnership.— Virginia Chronicle.