The unusual excitement of the evening, the light, the splendor, the luxury, the guests, and among them all the figures of Claudia and the viscount, haunting memory and stimulating imagination, forbade repose.
Ever, in the midst of all his busy, useful, aspiring life he was conscious, deep in his heart, of a gnawing anguish, whose name was Claudia Merlin. To-night this deep-seated anguish tortured him like the vulture of Prometheus. One vivid picture was always before his mind"s eye--the sofa, with the beautiful figure of Claudia reclining upon it, and the stately form of the viscount, leaning with deferential admiration over her. The viscount"s admiration of the beauty was patent; he did not attempt to conceal it. Claudia"s pride and pleasure in her conquest were also undeniable; she took no pains to veil them.
And for this cause Ishmael could not sleep, but lay battling all night with his agony. He arose the next morning pale and ill, from the restless bed and wretched night, but fully resolved to struggle with and conquer his hopeless love.
"I must not, I will not, let this pa.s.sion enervate me! I have work to do in this world, and I must do it with all my strength!" he said to himself, as he went into the library.
Ishmael had gradually pa.s.sed upward from his humble position of amanuensis to be the legal a.s.sistant and almost partner of the judge in his office business. In fact, Ishmael was his partner in everything except a share in the profits; he received none of them; he still worked for his small salary as amanuensis; not that the judge willfully availed himself of the young man"s valuable a.s.sistance without giving him due remuneration, but the change in Ishmael"s relations to his employer had come on so naturally and gradually, that at no one time had thought of raising the young man"s salary to the same elevation of his position and services occurred to Judge Merlin.
It was ever by measuring himself with others that Ishmael proved his own relative proportion of intellect, knowledge, and power. He had been diligently studying law for more than two years. He had been attending the sessions of the courts of law both in the country and in the city.
And he had been the confidential a.s.sistant of Judge Merlin for many months.
In his attendance upon the sessions of the circuit courts in Washington, and in listening to the pleadings of the lawyers and the charges of the judges, and watching the results of the trials--he had made this discovery--namely, that he had attained as fair a knowledge of law as was possessed by many of the practicing lawyers of these courts, and he resolved to consult his employer, Judge Merlin, upon the expediency of his making application for admission to practice at the Washington bar.
CHAPTER LV.
A STEP HIGHER.
He will not wait for chances, For luck he does not look; In faith his spirit glances At Providence, G.o.d"s book; And there discerning truly That right is might at length, He dares go forward duly In quietness and strength, Unflinching and unfearing, The flatterer of none, And in good courage wearing, The honors he has won.
--_M.F. Tupper_.
Ishmael took an early opportunity of speaking to the judge of his projects. It was one day when they had got through the morning"s work and were seated in the library together, enjoying a desultory chat before it was time to go to court, that Ishmael said:
"Judge Merlin, I am about to make application to be admitted to practice at the Washington bar."
The judge looked up in surprise.
"Why, Ishmael, you have not graduated at any law school! You have not even had one term of instruction at any such school."
"I know that I have not enjoyed such advantages, sir; but I have read law very diligently for the last three years, and with what memory and understanding I possess, I have profited by my reading."
"But that is not like a regular course of study at a law school."
"Perhaps not, sir; but in addition to my reading, I have had a considerable experience while acting as your clerk."
"So you have; and you have profited by all the experience you have gained while with me. I have seen that; you have acquitted yourself unusually well, and been of very great service to me; but still I insist that law-office business and law-book knowledge is not everything; there is more required to make a good lawyer."
"I know there is, sir; very much more, and I have taken steps to acquire it. For nearly two years I have regularly attended the sessions of the courts, both in St. Mary"s county and here in the city, and in that time have learned something of the practice of law," persisted Ishmael.
"All very well, so far as it goes, young man; but it would have been better if you had graduated at some first-cla.s.s law school," insisted the old-fashioned, conservative judge.
"Excuse me, sir, if I venture to differ with you, so far as to say, that I do not think a degree absolutely necessary to success; or indeed of much consequence one way or the other," modestly replied Ishmael.
The judge opened his eyes to their widest extent.
"What reason have you for such an opinion as that, Ishmael?" he inquired.
"Observation, sir. In my attendance upon the sessions of the courts I have observed some gentlemen of the legal profession who were graduates of distinguished law schools, but yet made very poor barristers. I have noticed others who never saw the inside of a law school, but yet made very able barristers."
"But with all this, you must admit that the great majority of distinguished lawyers have been graduates of first-cla.s.s law schools."
"Oh, yes, sir; I admit that. I admit also--for who, in his senses, could deny them?--the very great advantages of these schools as facilities; I only contend that they cannot insure success to any law student who has not talent, industry, perseverance, and a taste for the profession; and that, to one who has all these elements of success, a diploma from the schools is not necessary. I think it is the same in every branch of human usefulness. Look at the science of war. Remember the Revolutionary times. Were the great generals of that epoch graduates of any military academy? No, they came from the plow, the workshop, and the counting house. No doubt it would have been highly advantageous to them had they been graduates of some first-cla.s.s military academy; I only say it was found not to be absolutely necessary to their success as great generals; and in our later wars, we have not found the graduates of West Point, who had a great theoretic knowledge of the science of war, more successful in action than the volunteers, whose only school was actual practice in the field. And look at our Senate and House of Representatives, sir; are the most distinguished statesmen there graduates of colleges? Quite the reverse. I do not wish to be so irreverent as to disparage schools and colleges, sir, I only wish to be so just as to exalt talent, industry, and perseverance to their proper level," said Ishmael warmly.
"Special pleading, my boy," said the judge.
Ishmael blushed, laughed, and replied:
"Yes, sir, I acknowledge that it is very special pleading. I have made up my mind to be a candidate for admission to the Washington bar; and having done so, I would like to get your approbation."
"What do you want with my approbation, boy? With or without it, you will get on."
"But more pleasantly with it, sir," smiled Ishmael.
"Very well, very well; take it then. Go ahead. I wish you success. But what is the use of telling you to go ahead, when you will go ahead anyhow, in spite of fate? Or why should I wish you success, when I know you will command success? Ah, Ishmael, you can do without me; but how shall I ever be able to do without you?" inquired the judge, with an odd expression between a smile and a sigh.
"My friend and patron, I must be admitted to practice at the Washington bar; but I will not upon that account leave your service while I can be of use to you," said Ishmael, with earnestness; for next to adoring Claudia, he loved best for her sake to honor her father.
"That"s a good lad. Be sure you keep your promise," said the judge, smiling, and laying his hand caressingly on Ishmael"s head.
And then as it was time for the judge to go to the Supreme Court, he arose and departed, leaving Ishmael to write out a number of legal doc.u.ments.
Ishmael lost no time in carrying his resolution into effect. He pa.s.sed a very successful examination and was duly admitted to practice in the Washington courts of law.
A few evenings after this, as Ishmael was still busy in the little library, trying to finish a certain task before the last beams of the sun had faded away, the judge entered, smiling, holding in his hand a formidable-looking doc.u.ment and a handful of gold coin.
"There, Ishmael," he said, laying the doc.u.ment and the gold on the table before the young man; "there is your first brief and your first fee! Let me tell you it is a very unusual windfall for an unfledged lawyer like you."
"I suppose I owe this to yourself, sir," said Ishmael.
"You owe it to your own merits, my lad! I will tell you all about it.
To-day I met in the court an old acquaintance of mine--Mr. Ralph Walsh.
He has been separated from his wife for some time past, living in the South; but he has recently returned to the city, and has sought a reconciliation with her, which, for some reason or other, she has refused. He next tried to get possession of their children, in order to coerce her through her affection for them; but she suspected his design and frustrated it by removing the children to a place of secrecy. All this Walsh told me this morning in the court, where he had come to get the habeas corpus served upon the woman ordering her to produce the children in court. It will be granted, of course, and he will sue for the possession of the children, and his wife will contest the suit; she will contest it in vain, of course, for the law always gives the father possession of the children, unless he is morally, mentally, or physically incapable of taking care of them--which is not the case with Walsh; he is sound in mind, body, and reputation; there is nothing to be said against him in either respect."
"What, then, divided him from his family?" inquired Ishmael doubtfully.
"Oh, I don"t know; he had a wandering turn of mind, and loved to travel a great deal; he has been all over the civilized and uncivilized world, too, I believe."
"And what did she do, in the meantime?" inquired Ishmael, still more doubtfully.
"She? Oh, she kept a little day-school."
"What, was that necessary?"
"I suppose so, else she would not have kept it."
"But did not he contribute to the support of the family?"