Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1896-11-17

good people, good, modest, generous,
and yet SO situated that trick Of the
law may make them miserable for Life.
I cannot help feeling sorry for them"
The Judge paused and glanced admir-
ingly at the pages Of the brief. Judge
Holbrook's eyes twinkled with pleasure
as he came to a sentence Of remarkable
brevity and more remarkable lucidity.
The window curtain rustled, but the
breeze failed to arouse whisper from
the leaves Of the trees Of the great
oleanders growing on the lawn. The
judge turned over page of the brief
with orackling sound of stiff paper,
and the curtain shook with the-was 1t
the breeze?
"a genuine lawyer, Routledge Hamp-
den," exclaimed the judge, smiling.
"His brief has put the claimant's case
in nutshell, and SO beautifully that it
is almost sure to win"
He sat down in his big chair and
turned over the pages Of q musty vol
ume in search of some of the refer
ences in Lawyer Hampden's brief.
The curtains at his back stirred again
they parted slightly-a little wider.
A mans face appears there, eager. sus-
picious, cruel, repulsive. The cur
tains fall again together with CULVER,
and the tree tops can just whisper
ttmorously together under the influ-
ence of Whit of air that does not stir
the oleanders near the ground.
"And to think" resumed the Judge,
putting Hampden's brief aside and tax
ing up another, "of the personality in
terested on the other side. No Grim
inal ever glared at me from the dock
with more vicious, vindictive eyes than
Roanoke Walton, old Teliafer's nephew
- man of evil propensities, selfish,
hard-hearted, to whom the possession
of fortune could confer no good but
the cultivation Of his bad nature. His
claim in natural equity could not stand
for one instant before that of the
Others"
The curtains divided again, and the
same face, intensely hateful and pas
sfonate, peered for an instant at the
judge. Even as it was looking, the
judge began again, in half-deolama-
tory tone:
"That the sublime fabric Of the law
should uphold the claims Of such a
monster is-is-unfortunate
Judge Holbrook could not go farther
than this criticism of the law. "But If
it proves that the law upholds his
claim, he must be supported by the
bench"
For several minutes the Judge busted
himself over the defendants brief,
analysing the sentences, consulting
references and jotting down notes.
Presently the judge rose to his feet.
"There is another point!" he ex.
claimed. "In tombstone versus Hayne
I recall that similar situation was dis
closed, and, on my word, I do believe
that Routledge Hampden failed to see
the bearing on this case. It will tend
strongly in his favor if my memory OF
the decision is correct. How pleasant
it would be in this case to find the
law on the side of the innocentl"
He found the volume of reports in
which tombstone versus Hayne was
recorded, and read the points and de.
cision with evident satisfaction. The
man on the veranda is greatly excited
The suspicion in his face had become
desperation.
Softly he pulled the curtains aside
and stepped into the room. The judge
STOPPING over the lamp and volume in
the alcove, neither saw nor heard him
Rapidly and noiselessly the intrude,
crossed the library and passed through
the open door to the dark parlor
There he paused an instant, that hi.
eyes might accustom themselves to It's
gloom.
Then he picked his way past the
chairs and tables to the dining-room
and SO to the kitchen. There a colored
servant sat doing. The intrude,
shook him by the shoulder.
Huh! Whar you come frum?" ex
claimed the darby. awaking.
From your MASTER" returned tn,
desperatefooking man, harshly.
From de jedge2"
Eyes, and he's in temper about you
you lazy rascalI He wants some ic
water. Get 1t ready at once, do yo,
understand? I'm his doctor, and he
not well. Here, fill this pitcher, an,
take 1t to him. will be preparin,
some medicine while you're gone"
Half asleep, the darby did not motto
that the self-styled doctor had pouret
a white powder into the bottom of tn
pitcher He filed it with water an.
ice and started toward the door.
"'Scuse me, jedge, that don't hea,
! ye,n be said, in 4 SrishtscaS 49,.