The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1911-08-04

ton had steeled her heSrt and stinee
impulses that were naturally good.
but otherwise she was not wholly de-
void of feeling. She was really sorry
for this poor little woman who was
fighting so bravely to save her hus-
band. No doubt she had inveigled
Howard into marrying her, but she
Alicia-had no right to sit In judg-
ment on her for that. If the girl
had been ambitious to marry above
her, in what way was she more guilty
than she herself had been in marry
ing a man she did not love, simply for
his wealth and social position? Be-
sides, Alicia was herself sorely
troubled. Her conscience told her
that word from her might set the
whole matter right. She might be
able to prove that Underwood COM
mitted suicide. She knew she was
a coward and worse than a coward
because she dare not speak that
word. The more she saw her hus-
bands anger the less courage she
had to do it, In any case, she argued
to herself, Howard had confessed. If
he shot Underwood there was no sui
eide, so why should she incriminate
herself needlessly? But there was no
reason why she should not show some
sympathy for the poor girl who, after
all, was only doing what any good
wife Should do. Aloud she repeated
"Ill see the girl and talk to her.
She must listen to reason"
"Reason!" exploded the banker,
angrily. How can you expect reason
from a woman who hounds us, dogs
our footsteps. tries to compel us to
take her up?"
Judge Brewster, who had apparent
ly paid no attention to the bankers
remarks, now turned around. Hest
tatingly he said:
81 think you do her an injustice.
Jeffries. She comes every day in the
hope that your feelings toward your
son have changed. She wishes to
give color to the belief that his ia.
theirs lawyers are championing his
SouoC. oHC was uOnCSJ CHOu6n w ISAA
me so. You know her movements are
closely watched by the newspapers
and she takes good care to let the
reporters think that she comes here
to discuss with me the details of her
husbands defense"
The banker shifted impatiently on
his chair. CONTEMPORARY he said:
"The newspapers which I read don't
give her the slightest attention. II
they did I should refuse to read
them" With growing irritation he
went on:
ITS no use talking about her any
more. What are we going to do
about this latest scandal? This WON
an is going on the stage to be ex
hibited all over the country and she
proposes to use the family name"
There is nothing to prevent her"
said the lawyer, dryly.
The banker Jumped to his feet and
exclaimed angrily:
There must be! Good God, Brew.
ster, surely you can obtain an injunc'
ton restraining her from using the
family name! You must do some
thing. What do you adviser"
81 advise patience" replied the
judge, calmly.
But Mr.. Jeffries had no patience.
He was a man who was not accus'
toned to have his wishes thwarted.
He did not understand why there
should be the slightest difficulty in.
carrying out his instructions.
ANY one can advise patience!" he
exclaimed, hotly, but that's not do
ing anything" Banging the desk
angrily with his fist, he exclaimed:
II want something done!"
Judge Brewster looked up at his
client with surprise. The judge never
lost his temper. Even in the most
acrimonious wrangles in the court
room he was always the 'suave, poi
ished gentleman. There was shade
of reproach in his tone as he replied:
Come, come, don't lose your TEN,
peri I'll do what l can, but there Is
nothing to be done in the way you
suggest. The most l can do is to re-
main loyal to you. although-to be
quite candid confess it goes against
the grain to keep my hands of this
case. AS l told your wife. there are
certain features about 1t which inter.
est me keenly. I feel that you are
wrong to"
mo, Brewster!" interrupted Mr..
Jeffries, explosively. I'm right! I'm
right! You know 1t, but you won't
admit It."
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders
and turned to his desk again. Lacon'
ically, he said:
well, I won't argue the matter
with you. You refuse to be advised
by me and"
The banker looked up impatiently.
What is your advice?
The lawyer, without looking ur
from his papers, said quietly:
"You know what my feelings in the
matter are"
(TO BE CoNTINUED)
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