Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-03-06

as straight as he could. In a measure these were the two things that had brought him to the pass in which he now stood, his loyalty to Joe and his resentment of whatever tempered with Claudine's straightness. He was sub misslve to the consequences; he was still loyal. And now Joe asked him to tell "just what happened" and Happy obeyed with crystal clearness. Throughout the long, tricky cross ex- animation he continued to tell "just what happened" with plaintive truth fulness not to be initiated, and through out 1t Joe guarded him from pitfalls (for lawyers in their search after truth are compelled by the exlgencles of their profession to make pitfalls even for the honest) and gave him, by vari- ous devices, time to remember, though not to think, and made the words "come right" in his mouth, so that be- fore the sitting was over disquieting rumor ran through the waiting crowd in the corridors. across the square and over the town that the case was sure ly going "LouGen's way" This was also the opinion of looker-on in Canaan--a ferret faced counselor of corporations who. called to consulta- tion with the eminent Buckalew (neph- CIV of the squirrel, had afterward spent an hour in his company at the trial. e"It's going that young fellow Loudcn's way" said the stranger. You say he's shyster, but
 "Well," admitted Buckalew, with some reluctance, 'I don't mean that exactly. I've got an old uncle who seems lately to think he's a great man."
 ''I'll take your uncle's word for it," returned the other, smiling. "I think he'll go pretty far"
 They had come to the flight of steps which descended to the yard. and the visitor. looking down upon the angry crowd, added, If they don't kill himw
 Joe himself was anxious concerning no such matter. He shook hands with Happy at the end of the sitting, bid ding him be of good cheer, and when the little man had marched away un- der strong guard began to gather and sort his papers at desk inside the bar. This took him perhaps five min utes, and when he had finished there were only three people left in the room "a clerk, negro janitor with broom and the darky friend who always hope fully accompanies a colored man hold ing high public office. These two ap- provingly greeted the young lawyer, the jan!tor handing him note from Norbert Flitcroft and the friend me chanically borrowing quarter from him as he opened the envelope.
 'T'll be roun' yo' way to git box O se-gahs," laughed the friend, "soon ez de campaign open up good. Dey all gofn' vote ye' way down on de levee bank, but dey sho' expecks to git to smoke little 'fo' leckshun day! We knows who's ow frien'w
 Norbert's missive was lengthy and absorbing. Joe went on his way, pc. rusing 1t with profound attention, but as he descended the stairway to the floor below loud burst of angry shout ing outside the building caused him to hasten. toward the big front doors which faced Main street. The doors opened upon an imposing vestibule. from which handsome flight of stone steps, protected by marble balus- trade, led, to the ground.
 Standing at the top of these steps and leaning over the balustrade, he had clear view of half the yard. No one was near him. Everybody was run ming in the opposite direction, toward that corner of the yard occupied by the jail, the crowd centering upon an agi- tated whirlpool of men which moved slowly toward door in the high wall that inclosed the building, and Joe saw that Happy Fears guards, conducting the prisoner back to his cell, were be- Ing jostled and rushed. The distance they had made was short. but as they reached the door the pressure upon them increased dangerously. Clubs rose in the air. hats flew. the whirlpool heaved tumultuously, and the steel door changed.
 Happy Fear was safe inside, but the jostlers were outside. baffied. ugly and stirred with the passion that changes q crowd into mob.
 Then some of them caught sight of Joe as he stood alone at the top of the steps, and great shout of rage and exultation arose.
 For a moment or two he did not sec his danger. At the clang of the door his eyes. caught by the gleam of a wide white hat. had turned toward the street. and he was somewhat f1xedly watching Mir. Ladew extricate Ariel and her aged and indignant escorts from an overflow of the crowd in which they had been caught. But a voice warned him. the wild piping of a newsboy who had climbed into tree near by.
 Joe Louden," he screamed. "look out-'
 With a muffied roar the crowd surged back from the jail and turned toward the steps. Tar and feather him!' Take him over to the river and throw him in.- Drown him-' Hang him.
 (To be Coutinued.J