The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-12-04

and respect ready TO oxult With h.r-
Tom. however. objected to her project.
''Its ell right" be said; Its perfect
! ly SAFE, but" he stopped and frown
Cd II was evident that tho plan did
not please him. But for once Amy did
not consult HE pleasure. sho had her
own views; and she did actually In
vito party Of old friends to dine with
them on tho evening when II was az
pected that verdict would be given
! Amy. in her dove-colored dress, en-
tered the courtroom with her husband.
During the trial. with a beautiful Sc
renity. she kept at his side. II the
| proceedings troubled her, there was
no indication of II. Sometimes she
smiled n Thomas Fleming; aud some
times exchanged q word or two with
Mr.. Batec. Once he leaned over and
1 said
/ "You make me think OF q poem
read somewhere: now. what was the
name OF IL? can only remember two
lines:
| In the fell clutch OF circumstance,
have not WINGED or cried alouo,N
That's es far as can go. but toars
what you make me think OF.
She turned. smiling. and finished
the verse ITS Henlsy's J am the
captain OF my soul sue said. u
have il somewhere; I copied 1t once,
| because | cared so much for II. III
read II to you tonight. after dinner"
Do Bates said, heartily. and
IN at IN hofn
was oil the stand. Flemings evidence
was as straightforward as the man
himself Yes. Smith tnow deceased
had paid him in March, 1887, the sum
OF ST. 400. or this. $4,000 was on
! personal account; $4,000 was for a
parcel of land belonging to the Ham
mond estate. The check was made to
his order he deposited IL in his own
bank account and Immediately drew
against II a check for 400 to the
order Of the Trust. Then followed a
very clear and definite statement Of
that money Smith owed him; debt
which he was unable 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 thatsThoma5
Fleming was an honest man, was, so
Bates told the jury. to utter a com
monplace. He was 80 cheerful and
kindly, In his reference TO the unfor- |
tunate Hammond. that the jury grin
ned. The verdict, Bates declared, was
foregone conclusion. And SO, In
fact. 1t was, being rendered fifteen
minutes after the Jury had been charg
ed
"And now" said Bates, shaking
hands with his client, lets go ana
get something TO eat. Come. Mrs.
Fleming. you'll go with us? You look
like an army with banners"
But Amy. with proud eyes, said no;
| she must go home. You will come
out with Tom, this evening"" she said
| Dinner is at half-past seven; you can
dress at our house and. OF course,
you must stay all night" Bates prom.
ised, and Fleming silently squeezed
his wife's hand. Amys eyes spoke TO
him.
The joyous and beautiful day pass
ed; the afternoon was gay with con-
CALCULATIONS; but the succession OF
friendly calls was fatiguing. At last
she had the house to herself. She re-
fiected 1t would be well to have lit
tie nap, so that she might be bright
and rested for the jubilant evening
oh, that poem Mr. Bates wanted To
see! She had forgotten all about It.:
she must find II before she went up
stairs.
The dining room was satisfactory
with its ten friendly chairs drawn up
about the sparkling table. And her
best dress was upstairs spread out on
the bed, with her slippers and gloves;
her flowers-Tom would bring her her
flowers, She thought to herself she
would wear them, and then put them
away with her wedding bouquet that
had been lying. dry and fragrant. for
all these years, with her wedding
dress and veil Signing with the Joy
of II all. she climbed YEARLY half way
upstairs: then remembered Mr. Bates
poem again. and went back to the IL
brary, with an uneasy look at the hall
clock. She would not get much OF a
nep And the chances Of the nap
lessened still more, because she could
not at once find her Commonplace
Book, I'm which she had copied the
poem. SO, pulling ont one leather vol |
ume after another, her fate fell upon |
her -.
The book looked like her own Com |
Book: Tom had more than
once given her blank books Just like
his own--bound in red morocco, with
notified edges. and stamped, "Diary.
Is" There was whole row OF |
these books on one or the bottom
shelves of the bookcase and she had
been looking at them. one by one, bur.
rtedly, for she knew she needed that
rest upstairs. before the company
came. She pulled the books out I'm
patiently. One or two were her own
notebooks; but the rest were Toms
ACCOMPLISHMENTS, notes, etc. ETC.,
back to-"Why, dear mel" said Amy
70 herself. they go back TO before
we were married."
There was one date that caught her
eye; she had heard II repeated and re-
peated In the last few weeks: she had |
heard It that very morning In court,
when Thomas Fleming had said: I'm
March, 1887. l.. f. Smith paid me In
one check $17.4O0; $l4.40O for a piece
of land belonging to the Hammond es-
tate, and $4,000 which he owed my
personal account"
The flexible. red-covered diary mark
ed 1887 drew her hand with the tasci- {
...htnt cn,.ao nth ram Al m harpI