The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-03-15
ONE DAY
IN THE LIFE
OF A JUDGE
BY Edith Sessions Topper.

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'"''e S''"iS Go" j" 'i'o s''pS
ou'to''"- ms S."N'S' - Tue pol'ohi Step
he turned ana looked back and up to the
drawing room window. There, framed in
the background Of misty. froStikc lace
curtains. stood a charming Young girl.
who blew n Kiss from tho Tins of her
FINGERS 10 him.
The iudrr smiled and uncovered his
iron gray head to his lovely daughter.
As ne entered his vait,u.. carri1.,n and
gave the Order STOP at porlrv's" he
again looked back and salufcJ the child
whom he adorcd
Father ANA laurhtpr. were dnvntcd
couusufous rhn s,y,rtrst of MI co;n.
raloslip existed between them. She WAS
his housrA,opcr. his clum. his intimate
friend. Thr5r.h al the irving and
tragic scenes of Ills daily life her face
was ever before him. Sometimes when
he sentenced criminal her sweet bluc
ewes looked in his and pleaded for mercy
for the unfortunate.
Every morning thc daughter pinned a
flower in his coat. kissed him yondbv and
then watched him from the drawing
room window Every dav tho father
STONED nj the florists and ordered tbe
choicest flowers SOM IN TO lis child.
When he came home at ni%ht. she stood
in the window watching for him. And
whom ba. nr,nnrd thn hall door sbo recoiv
od bi,, IN han I,,.i,,,, ,,,,. ,,.i,l, a. ,,,,,
tion. "WoU mann have Won bopn morci.
full today?"
And judge Henry Sayton had come 70
be known 10 criminals ana court en-
ployccs as the easy iudgc." Rut no one
save his few close friends. dreamed that
the dominating Influence and control If
his life were vested in a mere slim of a
Evenings it was her custom to read
aloud to him. This was the delightful
and sacred hour to which the judge
looked forward all day. In his luxurious
library, before glowing open fire, his
weary head thrown back among the
cushions of his armchair lazily ENJOYING
the fragrance of his cigar, the Judge
would sit, listening to the sweet voice
the voice that so reminded him of an
other, long since hushed in death.
just now the daughter was reading
Shakespeares comedies to him. Last
night it had been The Merchant of
Venice" He recalled the accents of her
voice as she read
Tho opolit, Of porcv is nor stroi,od
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. 1t is twice best
1t blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
And then he thought how she had
looked across the table at him with her
serious eyes and said, roguishly and vet
earnestly, Now papa, you are to re-
member that all day tomorrow"
The judge smiled gently and tenderly
touched the flower in his coat. He was
remembering.
The courtroom was crowded The
seats were packed with rows of the
usual hangers on. supplemented today by
many well known people. 1t was the day
on which Judge SaXton was to deliver
his charge to the Jury in the famous An
pleton-Tremaine case.
The whole miserable. wretched story
had been rethrashed. The unfortunate
man. once condemned to the chair for
numbering the pretty hayward Tender
loin girl, had undergone his second ordeal.
His devoted wife had sat by him through
out the trial and had listened unshrink-
ingly to the dreadful details of her hus
bands liaison with the frail butterfly
creature whose life he was accused of
having crushed out.
The Jealous district attorney had
loosened all his batteries against the
prisoner, and the eminent counsel for the
defense had pleaded and explained and
begged for clemency.
1t now remained for the learned indigo
to deliver the final solemn instructions
and tbcn tho last not in +his dran,o 90
love. hatred ieolorev and rorar,,a
would no ot it's finish
But tho trial was 70 no in+orrrn+od
tbis morning nv tho sontoroiT,, nf
hatch of convicted nr;eonors o. of+or
another the sullen honeless defiant do.
spairinr criminals wern hrorgb+ nm ~ +bo
bar to listen to tbo words which shrt
them awav from their follow boinas Gov
yeors.
ITS mighty lucky vez wore - so;d
more than one officer TO his nrisoner~
that yez were before the oosv indga
II it had been Judge Cleveland now ye1