He could go forward no longer without utter ruin. No
hope was left but in turning back. He must set his face in a new
direction, and he vowed to do so, promising God on his knees in
tears and agony to hold, by his vow sacredly.
A new day had dawned. As soon as Mr. Ridley was well enough to be
out again he took counsel of friends, and after careful deliberation
resolved to leave his native town and remove to the city. A lawyer
of fine ability, and known to the public as a clear thinker and an
able debater, he had made quite an impression on the country during
his first term in Congress; neither he nor his friends had any doubt
as to his early success, provided he was able to keep himself free
from the thraldom of old habits.
A few old friends and political associates made up a purse to enable
him to remove to the city with his family. An office was taken and
three rooms rented in a small house, where, with his wife and two
children, one daughter in her fourteenth year, life was started
anew. There was no room for a servant in this small establishment
even if he had been able to pay the hire of one.
So the new beginning was made. A man of Mr. Ridley's talents and
reputation could not long remain unemployed. In the very first week
he had a client and a retaining fee of twenty-five dollars. The case
was an important one, involving some nice questions of mercantile
law. It came up for argument in the course of a few weeks, and gave
the opportunity he wanted.
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