[This story is told by Mr. Richard Colesworthy, an attorney-at-law, in a large town in one of our Eastern States. The fact that Mr. Colesworthy is a practical man, and but little given, outside of his profession, to speculative theorizing, adds a weight to his statements which they might t otherwise possess.] In the practice of my profession I am in the habit of meeting with all sorts and conditions of men, women, and even children. But I do t kw that I ever encountered anyone who excited in me a greater interest than the man about whom I am going to tell you. I was busily engaged one morning in my office, which is on the ground floor of my dwelling and opens upon the street, when, after a preliminary kck, a young man entered and asked leave to speak with me. He was tall and well made, plainly but decently dressed, and with a fresh, healthy color on his smoothly shaven face. There was something in his air, a sort of respectful awkwardness, which was t without a suggestion of good breeding, and in his countenance there was an anyed or troubled expression which did t sit well upon it. I asked him to take a chair, and as he did so the thought came to me that I should like to be of service to him. Of course I desire to aid and benefit all my clients, but there are some persons whose appearance excites in one an instinctive sympathy, and toward whom there arise at first sight sentiments of kindliness. The man had said almost thing; it was simply his manner that had impressed me. I mention these points because generally I do t take an interest in persons until I kw a good deal about them.