Last week an old man died, another old man retired, a law was held constitutional. Behind these scattered but related facts was a story of greed and gold, of political intrigue and the fulfillment of an old vow. One character in the tale was a North Carolina runt, now vanished into a historical footnote; another was a great American jurist who liked yellow-backed French novels and claiity in the law, and who had an eye both for the exact word and for a well-turned ankle.
Last week, in a unanimous decision, the Supreme...
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