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. Hoy ae | - - ” | ee + LAURA BRAYTON. 143 “Tl hope he’ll dream of snakes then!” said Sammy, as his friend hurried away. CHAPTER XXIX, A VISIT TO LAWYER JOHNSON, It was a late hour for legal business, for lawyers, like bankers, are on the “early closing” list, but late as it was Eldridge Putnam went directly to the house, not the office, of the distinguished lawyer to whom he had been directed to carry the papers given to him, and with whom he had been in- structed to confer on future business. He rang, sent in bis name, and was admitted. With his family name the lawyer was well ac- quainted, and when he entered young Putnam received a kind and cordial reception. The lawyer was alone in a cozy little sitting-room, seated in what is termed a writing-chair, a tare armed- chair, having a drawer and writing-shelf resting on its right arm. The lawyer rose, laid down his pen, and shook hands with the young man, who at once handed him the papers which he had brought. The lawyer took the package, opened them one by one, read each paper, and carefully refolded it. For a full hour he was thus engaged without ever speaking. Yet his thoughts and passing reflections could almost be read in the flexible play and vary- ing expression of his features. First inquiry, then surprise, then pleasure, again doubt, then that all cieared up, and at last a tri- umphant conclusion, _- comicbooks co