The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-02-13
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y1he Prodisal Judee|

| but | aIn't been called liar, not by no
living man" and he twirled an emu
OF his dropping haxen mustache De
tween thumb and forefinger. Facts ID
facts" he finished.
Everybody knows you found OLD
Mr.. Mcbride" said Custer ratner
eagerly. go i,
"I'm expecting TO hear II limited
didn't" replied Mr.. Shrimplin darby.
I'm expecting TO hear II stated by
some natural-born liar that i set IN
nv cart and bellered for help!
"But you didn't, and nobody says
you did" insisted the boy
We'll, I'm glad you don't have 10
take my word for II" said Shrimplin.
"Pm glad them facts Is a matter OF
official record up TO the courthouse.
don't know, though, that | care 30
blame much about being held up as
public character: II hadn't reputa-
ton out OF the common, maybe !
wouldn't be misjudged when ! stand
back TO give some one else chance!'
He laughed with large scorn or tho
worlds lttleness.
The epic OF William Shrimplin was
taking to itself its old high noble
strain, and Custer was aware OF q
sneaking sense OF shame that he could
have doubted even for an instant;
then swiftly the happy consciousness
stole In on him that he had been
weighed in the balance by this spe-
cialist In human courage and had not
been found wanting. And his heart
waxed large in his thin little body.
I'M olD
Hopes deserted streets when Mar
shall Langham reused from his stupor.
Where are you taking me?" he de-
manded OF the boy.
Home, Mr. Langham-we're almost
there now" responded Custer.
Take me to my fathers" said Mar
shall with an effort, and his head fell
over on Clusters small shoulder.
He did not speak again until Bill
came to stand before Judge Lang
hams gate.
Are we there?" he asked OF the
boy.
Yes"
Don't you think we'd better get
help7" said Shrimplin.
And Marshall seeming to acquiesce
In this, the little lamplighter entered
the yard and going to the front door
rang the bell. A minute passed. and
growing impatient he rang again.
There succeeded another interval OF
waiting in which Shrimplin cooked his
head on one side to catch the sound
of possible footsteps In the hall.
He says try the knob" called Gus
ter from the cart
Doing this, Shrimplin felt the door
yield, It was not locked; at the same
instant he made this discovery, how
ever, he heard football In the street
and SO, hurried back TO the gate. The
newcomer halted when he was abreast
OF wild Bill. and stared first at the
cart and then at Shrimplin.
rs anything the matter?" he asked.
II was Watt HARRISON.
Young Mr. Langham has fell OF
the high iron bridge" said the little
lamplighter, with a dignity tAat moro
than covered bis lapse from grammar
''Why-are you badly hurt. Marsh T.
cried Watt, going close to the cart.
Il don't know, I'm In most Internal
pain" said Langham slowly.
do you think we can lift him."
asked Shrimplin. The judge don't
seem to be at home"
Your boy would better 20 to my
uncle's; Judge Langham may be
there" said Watt.
And Custer promptly slid out OF the
cart and sped of up the street.
Langham met the delay with grim
patience A strange indifference had
taken the place OF fear, nothing SEEM
ed OF much moment any more. Pres
emily In his stupor he heard the sound
OF quick steps. then Colonel Harbt
sons voice. and a moment later he
was aware that the three men had
lifted him from the cart and were
carrying him along the path toward
the house. They entered the hall.
Take me upstairs" he said, and
without pause his bearers moved for
ward.
They saw now that his face was
pinched and CHASTITY under the smear
OF blood that was oozing from an ugly
cut on his cheek. and Watt and the
colonel exchanged significant chances.
When they reached the head of the
stairs Custer pushed open the first
door; the room thus disclosed was In
darkness. and the colonel, with a whis.
pered caution to his companions, re-
leased his hold on Langham, and strik-
Ing a match, stepped into the room
where, having found the chandelier,
he turned on the gas. As the light
fiared up, Shrimplin and Watt ad-
vanced with their helpless burden. II
was the judges chamber they had
entered and 1t was not untenanted, for
there on the bed lay the Judge him.
self.
1t was Langham who first saw that
recumbent figure. A hoarse inarticu-
late groan escaped him. He twisted
clear OF the hands that supported him
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