The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-08-06

shamefully abused that I wept floods. It
| was a disgusting exhibition, Bobby, ana
! I'm not pretty when cry. My face all
screws up and gets swollen and splotchE.
But the judge did the only thing a ra-
| tionaI man could do, under the circum-
stances. When 1 got my breath Bob
| by you can't help being badtempered, but
| you needn't be impolite. You've an evil
mind + was about to explain that l was
| choked with tears.
'Well when I did get my breath, I
told him what I thought about his be-
| havior. I was positively eloquent over
my wrongs. I would have convinced any
jury.
''Of course, you were not in any way
to blame for the coolness,' said the judge.
! better friend
land that October Sunday?'
g I explained about that and you said
it was all right Why weren't you hon
est about 1t? I hate a man who can't
tell the truth
"Oh, Bobby didn't I just lay myself
open to an uppercut?
'The judge smiled. didn't like that
smile
"'Yes, I know. I suppose I was un-
reasonable. You did hurry home and got
there just after I left
/ His tone was queer. It had an un-
natural sweetness about 1t. But there
wasn't anything for me to do except stick
| to my story.
YES I said.
Well, my dear young woman, it may
interest you to know that when I left
your mouse, at three minutes past 2, I
called on the girl who lives next door to
you. don't remember her name
Margaret Wilson, I said family
| great light began to dawn upon me. No
one ever called on the Wilson's. They
We're utterly hopeless.
| orf1u bol
there, but had never intended going (
changed my mind and went made q
very long call Miss Wilson was quite
| fluttered by the sudden burst Of appre-
citation suppose she wonders why T
never came back. I stayed until saw
you get out Of the trap at your door. Then
| looked at my watch. 1t was fifteen min
| utes past 6. I took my hat and went
nome. I wasn't happy, but I tried to
give you the benefit Of the doubt.
Your telephone story the next morn-
| ing did away with the doubt. hate a
| woman who can't tell the truth. 7 don't
allow any woman to make fool OF me
twice.
| oh Bobby, Bobby, If he is ever like
that when he sentences criminal to
death, the poor thing will never live to be
hanged. I touched bottom in shame and
modification. He got up and lowered
4 over me- He looked horribly big and an
cry. His tone was enough to wither me.
i heard my hair SINCE.
Then suddenly the humorous side OF
the thing rolled over me like q flood To
think Of the touches gave to that lie,
while all the time he knew the truth!
How I patted the story and bolstered it
up and polished it. and then tied myself
up IN q hangman's moose, while he lis
tened with that detestable smile. The
joke was on me, and would have ap-
preciated 1t If had known I was to die
the next moment. I dropped back on the
moss and positively howled for glee. Then
/ ] had Mysteries for the first time In my
life.
, THE judge was livid with rage
thought you might have the grace
to be ashamed of 1t. But It seems don't
know you yet
II wiped my eyes.
! Oh, yes. I'm ashamed. but IT'S tho
funniest thing I ever heard And or
went into more mysteries.
HE glowered.
stop that, or Til lose nv temper
and shake your he said. African ancestor
to the fore, you see.
X sat up and looked defiant.
You're the one to be ashamed ]
said. Are you proud OF having such an
ugly, vicious disposition that even your
best friend is afraid to tell you the truth,
and is driven to lying because she can't
depend on your sense Of Justice, and
can't bear the thought Of losing your
ri. /. L-s y ! . III
az wouldn't have lied to anyone else,
hate Hes had done a foolish thing
and was sorry, and cared such a lot
about what you would think, and knew
you wouldn't be manly and kind, and
Well, Bobby, I'll spare you the details.
''It was a beautiful piece Of special
pleading. At the end Of It any judge
: and jury would have freed the original
defendant and sentenced the original
plaintiff to be hanged by the neck until
he was dead.
"The Judge was most contrits.
II finally forgave him.
"a woman makes a fatal mistake, Bob
!. by, IL she ever allows man to think he
LIZ forgiving her. The Judge and have
been the best Of friends ever since; only
he doesn't believe anything tell him, UNI
; less I swear to It before notary, and
. he has his doubts then. That's why he
!, keeps on asking me to marry him. tell
him can't do 1t, but he doesn't believe
me. It's most painful think to have
. a bad reputation, Bobby. hope my en-.
perience will be q warning to you.''
1T viii" said Bobby, with gloomy sig
. nificance.
, Nancy laughed.