The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-15

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 Brookfield, ran. hurriedly down stairs, taking from the rack as he passed 1t his overcoat- and hat. AS he slammed the of the limousine, he said to the chauffeur "The Courier-Journal!" Chapter XIII. It was night. Brookf1eld sat lone in his library deeply enveloped in thought The only illumination in the room was from the fireplace and a small lamp on one Of the side-tables. The old darky, Uncle Harvey, entered apologetically. "Well, Uncle Harvey?" Brookfeld looked at him. "'Scuse me, suh, when you wants to be alone, but I'se awful anxious my self. Is dey any word from the cot house?',, &
 None. Uncle Harvey"
 "'CauSe Jo said Missus Campbell had done come in, an I thought she'd d been to the trial. you know"
 "She has," An earnestness came in to Brookfield's manner. You're not keeping anything from me, Uncle liar vey?, =
 "'Deed no, suh. An jes' like to ask you, Marse Jack, If I'd better
 
 maybe de other ladies comin', too?'
 "Yes, Uncle Harvey; but whether they'll want to eat or not will depend on what word comes back from that jury"
 .Yes. suh.''
 Uncle Harvey left Brookfield. mood lily pacing the Aoes. The report of his sisters return and her failure to come to him were disturbing. He had about determined to go in search of her when Mrs. Campbell entered the room.
 eJack!" she said, in a tone of min -gled astonishment and reproof. ~''Well?'
 why are you -here?"
 "Weil'-Brookfield hesitated-"I live here" Full seriousness was welln1gh impossible to Jack in most conversa- tions with his sister. s.
 But I thought you'd gone to Helen and yiola.''. Mrs. Campbell rebuked him.
 "No''
 You should do so. Think of them alone when that jury returns. as it may at any moment, with it's verdict" :"
 '"The lawyers are there, and Lew Ellinger is with them"
 But Helen-Helen needs you.''
 ''I may be useful here." s.How?'
 There's one man on that jury that I think is a friend"
 "One mani"
 "Yes"
 "Out of a jury of 12.''
 "One man can stop the other il from bringing in an adverse verdict. and this one is with us-''
 would your going to Helen and Viola in the courthouse stop his being with us?' The tone was a triae acrimonious.
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 ..What!" Mrs Campbell looked about the room in a possible search for the juror. .tI don't understand you" : "Justice Prentice told me-" Jack ex- plained, impressively, that he could sit in his room and make another man get LID and walk to the telephone and call him by simply thinking steadily of that other man."
 s.Superstitious people imagine any thing" Mrs. Campbell commented. seof1lngly. imagination"
 cts worse, Jack; call it spiritual ism" It would be difficult to get moro disaproval into a single speech than Mrs. CampbelIs tone and manner crowded into this.
 Call 1t anything you like," Jack an swered. placidly: "spiritualism or so- l know nothing about it scientifically, but I've tried it on and it works, my dear Aiice-it works"
 "You've tried it on?''i
 "Yes''
 with whom?'
 "With you" Jack said-Mrs. Camp bell gasped.. Some unwarrantable Hb- erty had been taken with her personal rights. The pause that followed her gasp was ineffective because her att tention was divided between inquiry and inventory. Curiousity triumphed as she said, interrogatively:
 T don't know it if you have?''
 That is one phase of it's terrible subtlety."
 "When did you try it on?"
 '"That night a month ago when you rapped at my door at o'clock in the morning and asked if was ill in any way"
 'I was simply nervous about you" Mrs. Campbell spluttered, defensively.
 Call it nervousness if you wish to, but that was an experiment of mine a simple experiment.
 'Ohi'' Indignation and increduality in the Sinxle note