The Sheriff's Son
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ROYAL BEAUDRY.
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
"Sure, and it must be the boy himself," said the little man aloud.
He opened the door and walked in.
A young man sat reading with his heels crossed on the top of a desk. A large calf-bound volume was open before him, but the book in the hands of the youth looked less formidable. It bore the title, "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes." The budding lawyer flashed a startled glance at his caller and slid Dr. Watson's hero into an open drawer.
The visitor grinned and remarked with a just perceptible Irish accent: "’Tis a good book. I've read it myself."
The embryo Blackstone blushed. "Say, are you a client?" he asked.
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