The daily morning journal and courier., 1900-01-04
1T CAME RIGHT IN THE END
AND THE JUDGE HAD 4 LIRGE
 HAND IN TT.
Love Story Somewhat Out of the
 Ordinary Rum.


 The judge fell into the way of watching them naturally enough. After the court adjourned in the early afternoon he always took a ride on bis bicycle, and never failed to visit the beautiful stretch of boulevard recently opened along the string of lakes.
 They both came of good families, or, at least we'll -to-do families and their manner led him to think there was breeding behind them. How, then, did he come to know that they loved each other? you ask. How was it possible not to know it? He was not always past 50, and he had a good memory.
 So when the judge noticed the way he looked at her and the way she looked at him. and the tenderness ot the young mans courtesy, the judge knew we'll enough how matters stood.
 She was beautiful woman, not over 20, and gave one an impression ot trlg- ness and neatness. A woman would say she wore a becoming suit that ft- ted her. She was petite, with one Of those fresh, sparkling faces so seldom seen among overWorked society girls.
 He was a manly chap of P, an ath- 1etic, bronzed, and thoroughly fit, as my nephew says. My nephew plays on the varsity" football team and is au- thority in our family on such matters
 And they noticed the judge. After while he got in the way of lowing to them although they didn't know he was Judge Storrow and he didn't know them.
 One dreamy, Indian summer after noon the judge went up among the trees on the side of the lake to sheltered nook he knew and lay down to rest. There had been a puzzling case before him that morning and while thinking over it he must have fallen asleep.
 He was suddenly aware that just out side his shelter a man and a woman were talking. He knew not what to do,
 He soon discovered that they were ''his lovers" as he called them, and they were discussing some unhappy circum- stance regarding their affection.
 What should he do? There was no way out except past them. Would it be better to some out, and so let them know he had heard their talk, or would it not be more delicate to remain till they had gone, not listening and they would never know any one had over heard them. He decided on the latter alternative, and remained perfectly quiet.
 But try as he would it was impossible not to hear their whole conversation
 'But what difference does that maker" asked the young man. You know perfectly we'll Alice, that if I were a thousand times worse, that if it were yourself I would marry you
 'sOh, but think of it. Ned Think what your friends would say! Ned Grant married the daughter of an embezzler serving his time in jail
 The judge couldn't help wondering if this were the son of Grant on the su- preme bench, whom he had never met, although he knew his father intimately. The girls gentle voice broke as she said this and Ned cried:-
 "Oh, Alice, I wish you wouldn't think of that. It just breaks me up to see you cry. you know
 Then followed a silence during which Alice must have been in some way com- forted, for she said in steady voice:-
 'No my dear boy, I have been very weak to see you so often and have these rides should have refused and tried to forget you. But, Ned l couldn't t, l can't think of anything but you-and II do love you so!'
 More silence. Them.
 And Ned, this really must be the last. I can't marry you No, dear, please don't go over it again. I know that it would be a great wrong to you to say yes. It would always be hin drance to you. We would have no friends, and a young lawyer must have friends Who would come to your house if they knew your wife was the daugh- fer of Rand the embezzler. ?"
 That was where the judge almost dis covered himself. He sentenced Rand to 70 years hard labor, and he had still 15 wears to serve. It was a queer case and not quite clear. So this was the motherless girl he heard so much about.
 "Now see here, Alice" the young man said. "you know it takes two to make a quarrel, and it takes two to make a separation. So while you may think it best not to see me again, I shall not give you up and I shall see you every opportunity I can, 50 long as it doesn't bother you Dad knows all about it, and he's with me.
 The judge wanted to shout: Good for dad,' but he didn't.
 Then they got up, to go and after another long silence they left him alone. He knew all about the trouble and felt pretty mean about it, too. As he rode slowly home he turned the little tragedy over and over in his mind, and the more he thought about it the more he felt that he had made mistake by staying and listening, At last he evolved plan calculated to ease his own conscience and give the young man some courage. So the judge sent him this letter. MT. Edwin Grant, had the misfor- tune to overhear part of your convcrsa- ton with Miss Rand to-day, although 1 quite in an accidental manner. If as l surnlse, you are the son of Grant, of l the supreme bench, you are made of ! the right sort of stuff to regard Miss 1 Rand's views as only temporary ob- stacle to your happiness. l sentenced l Rand, and if you care to call on me l should be glad to see you. Perhaps we may think of some arguments to make Miss Rand look at the case differ , ently. At any rate I agree with his [ honor your father, and am also with i