The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-14

verdict
 And a. very good method in jus such cases as this," Justice Tender. pfay pHn prGtestsd IGf hsde we to Fl if you a. w9n I rom his place at the table
 His host also rose, taking up as he dfd SO his empty glass and moving lftoward the sideboard
 .Not, without another toddy?" .l l.oh,. come now, don't you. like this "Immensely!' Where did you say you got it?" Henderson answered. feebls lrelenting. " Kentucky. One lump, Judge?" >"Only one."
 Prentice dropped the sugar into the glass. My old home. sir. And bit
 "A piece of the peel-yes." They make it there," Prentice ex- plained, as he reached for the water
 "rll pour the water, MT. Justice, .l Henderson volunteered, as he took the kettle.
 There, there-don't drown me- cautioned the host
 | My folks were Baptists, you see' And with this. time-worn pleasantly l Henderson handed Prentice the glass | containing the sugar and the lemon peel. As .he reached for the decan- t'ter he inquired
 | Justice?''
 Fifty cents a gallon" on the side-table with exaggerated caution, and going to the fireplace 1 pushed the button of an electric bell 1T think I'll take water" l That's what it cost me-" Justice Prentice explained, with g. humorous an old friend sends it to me-ffty cents for express"
 .Ohr' Henderson relaxed in gen uine relief and picked up his glass again. ..
 That's, different, isn't it7'
 ."He makes it down there,'' Prentice resumed: and then. with sudden rec oIlection: "Why, it's in the same coun- ty in which this Whipple murder oc- curredt'
 "How about that point, MT. Jus ,tice?" Henderson remarked, becoming seriously persuasive. We might az well admit it and remand the case.'' "Oh, no, there's no constitutional point involved
 "A mans entitled to an open trial"
 Well. whipple had it."s Is son: "they wouldn't admit the pub- lic." sOh, come, now-the courtroom was crowded, and the judge refused ad- mission to others only when there was danger of the floor breaking" sisted Henderson. that would have been all right to limit the attend ance-"
 "Wen. that's all he did.,, sOnly he did it by having. the sher- If issue tickets of admission. That control of the prosecution. and tho defence is right in asking a rehear- iag;s .o, ,,,st,.a .,. t,,t.,s .oo slow in my old State, and am. fmpa.' tient with the technical delays. II is now years since they openly as- sassinated the governor-elect, and, the guilty men still at large"
 .sWhy should the killing of Sco- vii bear on this case?" asked Tender son.
 ,"It bears on me-Tm concerned for the fair name of Kentucky
 well. if you won't you won't. and there's and end of H.'' Henderson
 Have another?" Prentice invited, in perfunctory hospitality.
 Mot another drop"
 'Prenticess servant came into the room,s answering the ring of Justice Henderson, who now asked for his coat. The servant left to get it. Justice Prentice. realizing that his of fer of another toddy might have been in better nature, repeated it more cor dially
 '.No, I mustn't,'' his guest replied. '.Mrs. Henderson has filed her pro. test against my coming home loaded"
 i.'Well. if you won't, you won't" And the host set his own tumbler on the side-table.
 a book bound in limp morocco. read ing the Scriptures in your old age?. ~''It does look like a Bible, doesn't 1t ," Prentice joined him.. That's flexible binding I had put on copy of Bret Harte-I admire him very much"
 q like some of his stuff.''
 "When I get home from the Capitol and you prosy lawyers, I'm too tired to read Browning and those heavy guns, SO take Brete Harte-very clever, I think. Iswas reading "A Newport Legend, before you came Do
 'I don't think do."
 With a gesture of apology Prentice took the book from his friend. ex- blaming as he turned the leaves;.
 'It's about an. old house at New port that's haunted. A young Slrl HI the colonial days died of a broken heart in. the house, it seems-hei sweetheart. sailed away and left her and here's the way Bret Harte tells of her coming back"
 Justice Prentice's colleagues on the bench were aware of his fondness for reading aloud There were times when their enjoyment of it was less than his own. Henderson sat down in submissive reSignatiOu.
 "Oh. I'm not going to read all of it to you," Prentice growled. in play full protest-"only one verse;. Henderson affected to conceal. a smile of qualification.
 "I forgot to tell you'-Prentice l again interrupted himself-"that 1 when this chap left, the girl he gave her a little bouquet-understan ?" Henderson nodded. That's a piece l of material evidence necessary to this i summing up," and in a legal manner | Justice Prentice patted the page he | was about to read. Then, in arvoice | trained by practice, modulated by | temperament, and made rich by a l life of self-control, the jurist read with exquisite tenderness: "'And ever since then, when the
 clock strikes two.
 She walks unbidden from room to And the air is filled that she passes through
 With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette,
 The ghost of a dead and gone bou-
 Quet,
 Is all that tells of her story-yet