like to say that only a very complete, and even astonishing, success to-morrow can possibly justify it."
"I recognize, I concede that," said the young advocate, with an unexpected humility. He passed his handkerchief across his dripping forehead. "Is it not true of all who undertake to perform a miracle that nothing short of a consummate achievement will satisfy those eternally timid ones who have not even the courage to be credulous? It is the fate of all who break with custom to be derided, but was anything ever done for the world by conforming to it?"
"Custom is a useful safeguard against ridicule, at any rate," said Mr. Whitcomb.
"Ridicule!" cried the young man. "Would you have one fear it?"
"Yes, my son," said the solicitor, with calmness and unction, "one would have every professional man fear it like the plague."
"God knows we are all susceptible to the fear of ridicule," said the young man, sweating profusely, "but is it not those fearful minds that defer perpetually to custom that build their actions upon it? Where would the epoch-makers have been had they been weak enough to defer to ridicule? No movement was ever initiated but what in the beginning its progenitor was laughed out of court."
"Do I understand, my young friend," said Mr. Whitcomb in his suavest accent, "that you propose to elevate the hanging of Emma Harrison into a world movement?"
"You may," said the young man, lifting up
