Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-14

the district attorney. you've got to
wait till your man comes up. If you
speak to the judge now" The
voice of Andrews faded away in hor-
ror.
Not knowing in what way he had
| offended, but convinced that 1t was
only by the grace of Andrews he had
escaped a dungeon, Mr.. Thorndike
retreated to his arm chair.
The clock on the wall showed him
that, already, he had given to young
Spear one hour and a quarter. The
| idea was preposterouS. No one better
than himself knew what his time was
really worth. In half an hour there
was board meeting; later he was to
hold a post norton on a railroad; at
every moment questions were being
asked by telegraph, by cable, ques-
tons that involved the credit of in
dividuals, of firms, of even the coun-
| try. And the one man who could an
| swer them was riSking untold sums
| only that he might say good word
for an idle apprentice. Inside the
rallied enclosure a lawyer was read
ing q typewriter speech. He assured
| his honor that he must have more
| time to prepare his case. 1t was one
of immense Importance. The name of
|
was involved, and a sum of no less
than nine hundred dollars. Nine hun
| dred dollarsl The contrast struck Mr..
| Thorndike's sense of humor full in
the centre. Unknowingly, he laughed,
| and found himself as conspicuous as
though he had appeared suddenly in
| his night clothes. The tipstaffs beat
upon the rail, the lawyer he had in
| terrupted uttered an indignant eX~
| oil nd h., a ty
| toward him, and the young judge
| slowly turned his head
"Those persons" he said, who can
! not respect the dignity of this court
/ will leave it." As he spoke, with his
| eyes fixed on those of Mr.. Thorndike,
| the latter saw that the young judge
had suddenly recognized him. But
| the fact of his identity did not cause
| the frown to relax or the rebuke to
halt unuttered. In even, icy tones,
| the judge continued: And it is we'll
| they should remember that the law
| is no respecter of persons and that
| the dignity of this court will be en-
| forced, no matter who the offender
may happen to be-"
| Andrews slipped into the chair be-
side Mr.. Thorndike and grinned
sympathetically.
| Sorry" he whispered. SHOULD
|
now" he added encouragingly. "As
soon as this fellow finishes his ar
gument, the judge'll take up the
| sentences. Your man seems to have
/ other friends; Isaac and Son are
here, and the typewriter firm who
taught him; but what you say will
help most. 1t won't be more than
a couple of hours now"
"A couple of hours!" Mr. Thorn
| dixie ragged inwardly.
See that old lady in the front
row?" he whispered. That's Mrs
] Spears. What did 1 tell you; mothers
! are all alike. She's not taken heI
| eyes off you since court opened
| She knows you're her one best bet
Impatiently Mr.. Thorndike raised
his head. He saw a little, white
| haired woman who stared at him
| In her eyes was the same look he
had seen In the eyes of men, who
at times of panic. fled to him, be-
seeching, entreating, forcing upor
him what was left of the wreck OF
their honor
"And here come the prisoners,
| Andrews whispered. "See Spear
Third man from the last"
long line. guarded in front anc
rear. shuffled into the courtroom
| and, as ordered, ranged themselves
against the wall. Among them Were
old men and young boys, well dressed
clever-looking rascals, collarless
tramps, fierce-eyed aliens, smooth
shaver, thin-lipped Broadwayards-
and Spear.
Spear, with head hanging, with
lips white and cheeks ashen, and
his eyes heavy with shame.
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