The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-11-26

| any shape. The line or argument nc
employed OH this occasion for probing
| the college mystery to its core was the
value of testimony.
The flimsy sentiment that honor de-
manded the sheltering of a culprit he
| pierced through aud through with barb
| ed arrows of scorn and denunciation.
The first duty devolving upon every stu.
| dent there, who was but citizen in
embryo, was his duty to his state. The
obligation TO deliver up the guilty par
BY, to be whipped of justice, no matter
how near or dear the culprit might be
personally, was held up for grave con-
sideration.
Pushing his iron gray locks impa-
tiently back, that he might the better
sweep that row of youthful upturned
faces, the old lawyer exhorted them
with impressive solemnity to perform
their duty on this occasion, even
though it demanded the iron resolution
of Brutus
from the front form caught Mrs Fitz-
williams alert attention. She telegraph
ed Mrs. Maginnis with her fan:
"Look at him!'
Mrs. Maginnis looked at Strong Mar
tin. His aspect of composed attention
had been unanimously broken up. He
had turned sidewise ON the bench, and
the fixed gaze which he had at first
planted on Lawyer Seephar's face was
now rowing restlessly among the tops of
the cedars that tapped the window
frames with their dark fingers. From
an ivory whiteness, that had lent fine
touch of intellectually to his features,
his complexion had turned to q crimson
bordering OH purplish. Occasional move
ments of long, nervous hand to his
necktie suggested physical discomfort in
that region. His handkerchief went Of
ten to his brow. Mrs. Maginnis tele-
graphed Mrs. Fitzwilliams with her
eyes:
''Did you ever see guilt more plainly
revealed"
But Lawyer Seephar's ringing voice
imperatively demanded undivided at
tention:
"In conclusion, young gentlemen, I
have this to say: make no apology for
addressing you on the law of testimony.
You know well what directed my choice
of subjects this morning. A crime has
been committed, and some of you know
by whom. If the knowledge could be
traced home to you, you would, by the
law of your state, be liable to imprison-
ment for failure to testify AS it is, I
leave it to your own consciences That
you cannot elude. And if it succeeds in
convincing you that it is your duty as
men of honor to shield one guilty man
and permit suspicion to rest on score
or two of innocent ones, all have to
say is that it is a miserable, paltry, ly-
ing conscience that will stand you in
poor stead when you leave the shelter
ing arms of your alma mater and go out
to an inevitable hand to hand struggle
with the power of evil lying in wait for
you in the world"
The like of it had never been seen or
heard in the old red brick church before.
The June zephyrs, astray from the fields
of ripening corn, foated in at the open
windows and lifted the old mans long
hair from, his heated brow, then wan
dered off to play at hide and seek in the
artificial flowers of a girls hat. The
hooking birds were singing the very
fullest throated sonatas out there in
their cedar branch swings. With folded
arms the college boys gazed unmoved at
tn @ old man eloquent.
Side by side Adrien Strong and
Strong Martin sat on the front form
Adrien, aristocrat from the smallest
wave of his light tawny hair to the tips
of his faultless boots Strong, broad
shouldered, massive, suggestive of
fine piece of sculpture rather than
crude, struggling lad, bitterly conscious
already that ne was to run his race
heavily handicapped.
Adrien's clear, frank eyes never left
the lawyers face once. In point of fact,
not one of the students had followed
the harangue with more pointed inter
est and unbroken composure. He never
once unlocked his placidly folded arms
On either side the pink nails of his well
kept hands were restfully planted
against the blue serge sleeves of his
coat. Occasionally, with light toss of
his head he threw back wind blown
wisp of fair hair.
When Strong Martin had shifted his
position, he had turned his back par
TALLY on Adrien. They never once look
ed at or spoke to each other.
AS through yelling fog he saw the
lawyer finally step backward to table
and lift glass of water to his lips The
great speech was at an end. The plain
tive band up in the choir loft struck in
to Nearer, My God, to Thee. There
was rustic of women's garments and
movement Of the crowd toward the
door. Adrien Strong had risen with the
crowd and stretched his long legs DELHI
erately. Strong Martin alone remained
seated.
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