The Perfect Tribute
Lincoln listened patiently, and when the lad paused for breath, "Go ahead," he said good-naturedly. "Every little helps."
With that the youngster was silent and drew himself up with stiff dignity, offended yet fascinated; unable to tear himself away from this strange giant who was so insultingly kind under his abuse, who yet inspired him with such a sense of trust and of hope.
"I want a lawyer," he said impulsively, looking up anxiously into the deep-lined face inches above him. "I don't know where to find a lawyer in this horrible city, and I must have one--I can't wait--it may be too late--I want a lawyer now" and once more he was in a fever of excitement.
"What do you want with a lawyer?" Again the calm, friendly tone quieted him.
"I want him to draw a will. My brother is--" he caught his breath with a gasp in a desperate effort for self-control. "Th