The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-29

certain political leaders at which men marveled as at some miraculous mani festation of godlike 1nind-it was not genius, merely crude, primitive dishon- esty requiring the direction of no com mahding intellect, needing nothing but the will to debauch others honor. e'It is the case of government by individu- al craft and greed against government by the law that is the expression of the moral sense of the people, he said. and sat down. The audience stirred uneasffy. Murchell smiled grimly.
 The voice of the judge was cold and even, devoid of emotion, as he began to instruct the jury. Critical listeners observed that his charge favored the defendant rather more strongly than the evidence seemed to require. They attributed it to his anxiety not to be biased by the fact that the district at torney was his son. Judge Dunmeade was said to possess an admirably judi cial temperament. The jury, impor- tantly led by the fat bailiff, filed out of the courtroom. There were no other cases on the days list and the judge stalked down from the bench to await the verdict in his chambers. John went to his office. Senator Murchell and Whittredge conducted the droop- ing Sheehan to the witness room away from the curious eyes of the crowd Most of the spectators waited to see the end of the drama.
 A half hour later the buzz of conver- saticn suddenly ceased. The judge was returning to the bench. Sheehan, with Whittredge and Murchell, took his seat by the table. They were fol 1a<ryn6 hn 411,>xx 1od back into the box.
 "Gentlemen of the jury, hearken to your verdict as the court hath recorded it. You find the defendant guilty as indicted. And so say you all?' said the clerk.
 The jurors nodded. Sheenan fell back in his chair with an audible groan. Two big tears coursed fudi- crously down his fat cheeks. But no body laughed. He plucked .anxiously at Murchell's sleeve.
 Have I got to go to jail?' he whim- pered.
 Murchell drew away from the touch ''Not unless our friend whittredge has forgotten how to delay justice"
 The jury was discharged. Whit tredge informed the court that the de- fense would move for new trial, bail was renewed, and the court was ad- journed. The audience slowly made it's way out into the square, where lit tie knots of noisy,- excited men gath cred.
 John saw Sheehan standing forlornly by the table. The big, ponderous figure with the misery shining out of its eyes seemed very pathetic And, after all, Sheehan was the worst victim of the system Impu1siyely John went over to him. Sheahan suddenly seized one of Johns hands in both his own Johnny, can't you get me out of this let me off? I'll get out of here-neter go into politics again, so help me!''
 Johns heart gave him a wrench as he shook his head. 'sI wish could, Sheehan," he replied honestly. ''But you're out of my hands now.'
 He turned away sadly. no sense of triumph in his victory.
 When he appeared at the door of the courthouse some one raised cheer. It passed along from group to group, un- til all in the square had joined in 8 short, sharp salute It was not an hys- tericaI demonstration, but unusual for calm, self contained New Chelsea. It lasted only few seconds
 ffYoung man." said Senator Murchell, "enjoy this moment. 1t won't last long. You are at your apex-you are a hero among your neighbors. But they are cheering you, not what you said.''
 'Not me, but what>I said They see 6 principle"
 You're not the first man who has held that delusion-to his sorrow"