Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-15
it was expected that a verdict would

it was expected that a verdict would
| be given.
Amy in her dove-colored dress, en-
| tered the courtroom with her hus-
band. During the trial, with beauti-
full serenity, she kept at his side. If
the proceed 'ngs troubled her there
was no indication Of it. Sometimes she
smiled at Thomas Fleming and some
times exchanged word or two with
Mr.. Bates. Once he leaned over and
said:
you make me think of q poem 1
read somewhere; now, what was the
name of it? I can only remember
two lines:
In the fell clutch of circumstance
| have not WINGED or cried aloud
That's as far as / can go; but that's
what you make me think of"
She turned, smiling, and finished the
verse. tits Henley's 4 am the cap
tain of my SOUL " she said. 81 have
ii somewhere; l copied it once because
| thought so much of it. I'll read it
to you tonight after dinner"
DO" Bates said heartily. and
turned away to listen to Fleming,
who was on the stand. Flemings
evidence was as straightforward as
deceased had paid him in March,
1887, the sum of ST.. 400. OF this, $1,000
was on Il personal account; $14, 400
was for parcel of land belonging
to the Hammond estate. The check
was made TO his order; he deposited
1t in his own bank account and i'm
mediately drew against It a check
for Slf.40O to the order of the trust
Then followed a very clear and def
mite statement of that money SIN tn
owed him; a debt which he was I'M
able to corroborate by his books, for
the simple reason that his books had
been burned in the great fire of that
year. Over and over. back and forth,
round and round. the prosecution
went gaining not an inch
| Indeed the end was obvious from
the beginning. To assert that Thomas
Fleming, as an honest man, was, SC
Bates told the jury to utter a COM
monplace. He was so cheerful and
kindly. In his reference to the unfor-
tunate Hammond. that the jury
grinned. The verdict, Bates de-
clared. was a foregone conclusion.
And so. in fact. 1t was, being rem
dered fifteen minutes after the jury
had been charged.
And now" said Bates, shaking
| hhnuS Win HIS Client, let go anC
get something no eat! Come, Mrs
| Fleming, you'll go with us? YOU
look like an army with bannersp'
But Amy. with proud eyes, said
no; she must go home. you will
come out with Tom tins EVENING"
she said. Dinner Is at half 81
seven: YOU can dress at our house,
and. of course. you must stay al
night" Bates promised. and Elem.
ing silently squeezed his wife's hand
Amy's eyes spoke to him.
The joyous and beautiful day
passed; the afternoon was gay will
congratulations; but the succession
of friendly calls was fatiguing. A
last she had the house to herself
She reflected 1t would be well to hav,
O little nap, so that she might b,
bright and rested for the jubilan
evening-oh, that poem Mr.. Bate
wanted to see! She had forgotten
all about II; she must find it befor
she went upstairs.
The dining-room was satisfactory
with its ten friendly chairs draw
up about the sparkling table. An,
her best dress was upstairs sprea,
out on the bed, with her slippers AM
gloves; her floweIs-Tom would brinl
her her flowers! She Thought to her
self she would wear them, and the
put them away with her weddin
; bouquet that had been lying. dry an
fragrant. for all these years, wit
her wedding dress and veil. Sighin
with the Joy of ii all, she climbe
/ YEARLY half way upstairs, then re
| membered Mr.. Batess poem agar
and went back to the lib airy, wit
/, an uneasy look at the hall clocl
She would not get much of a nap
And the chances of the nap lessene
| still more, because she could not q
} once find her Commonplace Book, i
} which she had copied the poem. 81
J pulling out one leather volume afte
another, her fate fell upon hel
i Tho book looked like her own Con