Suffered in Vain by Bertha M. Clay — Read

The next morning Mr. Amberley went to his office as usual.

As he passed the door on which appeared the name of Mr. Willis Joyner -- the back room on the first floor -- the dapper figure and pleasant face of that gentleman appeared on the threshold. In spite of his age and his gray whiskers, Mr. Willis Joyner was preferred by many moneyed spinsters and richly jointured widows even before the grave, handsome Mr. Amberley, who never paid any compliments, and apparently regarded business as business, and never sweetened the sourness and dryness of the law with the acceptable honey of soft words and smiling glances.